Armed for the Chiming

Time is not for

wielding fear,

that weary knife 


murders the 



seconds that 

filter our childish


The ancient clock


in only one direction

to test the spirit.

Alarm the lost.

Chime the found.

Let our skin

remain thick 

to repel insult,


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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