Time Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Arms point directly to its daily say inform it, times each day, acts that movements sway, foretell working events, not to speak laid factors.

The cop steered a hard course to construct a pathway, turn waves a hand like dry sand grain ticks, and arrives at work to band the areas given pastures.

Hands spun, rips curled, unfolding reality to circle, swirling forward, chips needed deposits timed, receipts of job wages it by working flips efforts.

This specialist words declared the transaction, giving a record, replied, did not state a sound, not ignoring this thought, walked it straight away and gave ford a route to treat.

Many days, events with friends given rays together, ways the worker earns money for a family weekend, prior announcements didn't say they are doing activities.

Courtesy bread gifts to slices heard toes pacing, stopping it, or to start it, majestic fated wisdom, actions read befriending foes does it a face round fixed hands.

Years ago, it never made a frown, spoke a curse, felt this evilness to hate not any fears and complaints, fell drops in land soil, its yielding tears it not eyes.

Billions of you do serve through science scaled click, related notes say to you positioning millions on a planet, time tells a trick: It's all lions by command.

Arms extend it to swing limbs long around going, directing it's a metal thing, not an eye or leg, just a face, instructing the globe that it's one ring a circus to a point.

The sound that follows is loud, another note is heard out, watched can see it now rush it moves flash quick, beloved this flick is a click: goes the period of time.