Original poem posted as "Unravelled"
Feb 8th 2014
Question the Maker and fight for the Ball;
Race round the Clock-face from cradle to pall;
Snatch at the Roses that die as they fall,
'Til Love, the Great Leveller, renders us small
And Time, the Unraveller, does for us all.
Sequel (Bookend)
Questions are answered; no more they devour.
Rose petals fall in a sweet-scented shower.
Stopped are the Clock-faces; now is the hour.
The Maker surrounds us with Love like a flower
And Time the Unraveller loses his power.
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