Armed for the Chiming

Time is not for

wielding fear,


that weary knife 


that 


murders the 


hours,


 the 


seconds that 


filter our childish


years.


The ancient clock


circles 


in only one direction


to test the spirit.


Alarm the lost.


Chime the found.


Let our skin


remain thick 


to repel insult,


permeable 


for truth,


pliable for the eternal 


growth of an 


honorable life.


This organic armor 


will protect


our hours. 


Our seconds will


remain free


in our deepest parts, 


as youth 


for safe keeping. 


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