Tides turn. Tick-tock
The metronome of waves,
So many waves of Time's
Creation, particles and waves
A time for splendid indecision!
ChallengingPresumptive reason.
The Golden Eagle swoops
Its golden eyes aglow
Within my brow a poem forms
Seeking out its prey!
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
Clickingheels on pavements
She has lovely ankles!
Life's perpetual motion.
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