A short poem about a clock that keeps perfect time within the concept of all human life. |
-Redundancy- by Keaton Foster Upon a mantle In a distant castle A once impenetrable fortress Of a mighty king That no longer lives Is a clock, tick tock Away it goes Unknown of its only role It keeps perfect time As it counts down life Each tedious second Every impossible hour Of each brutally predictable day Who placed it there Who wound its gears is unclear Could it have been built By some deity of chance Or maybe a god Of absolute circumstance Maybe it was created by a desperate man Trying to extend his own mortality His attempt to resist fates impartiality Could such a clock come to be out of thin air Something created from once nothing Is there a power greater than man Greater than all deities spoken A slighted hand, doing what it can Adjusting the odds As the game plays along Inside its works, is their some Unknown force, driving it forward Or could it just be a simple machine Gears, pulleys, springs, and chains All working in a concert of perfection Doing what it must Without regard and despite of us No one really knows No one dares to assume Faith appears to be the only master of such time It has become fodder for the mundane A livable disease that many suffer from They all want it to be much more Than a simple clock, keeping time They all want to put their everything within time Not I, I want it only to be a machine The mechanical redundancy of our species Set into motion, long before each second That has since passed… Redundancy Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |