'Till Time Is No More Poem by Luke Hobbs

'till time is no more
I will glide upon
grace granted and measured
out to the rhythm
of the celestial spheres
within the conflux of
the creator's peculiar light
which cleaves betwixt particles
to penetrates beneath the surface
of this crystalized cardiac
and exposes the sculpture
of the master craftsman
the great lion tears
scales from blind justice
which fall moldering upon
the carven image they
once represented
at a roar the firmaments
are rent as
an obsolete contract