All Those Damned Clocks

I’ve tried all the clocks
Manifest in time, the wanderer

Your silhouette, masked by my wanting
The passing and searching

The ghost of my skin, cool touch
The haunting of my memories, and imaginings

The combinations, and consternation
The melding of reality, and mind’s leavings

The confusion of the heart’s leanings
The distraction of the thoughts, marked by time passing

I’ve tried all the clocks
Wound them back, and tight

Smashed them against rocks
Burned them in the fire fight

Banished them with locks
Cast them into the dead of night

But time, manifest, takes it’s due
And my wandering, finds not you

But only the smell of a final fog
And deepest desire, rants, and needs, and mocks
The innocence of all those damned clocks