timeworks

grinding

spinning

in what seems

for eternity

the hands of time

with utmost precision

sets everything

in harmonious motion

tiny atoms

vast universes

the three worlds

animate and inanimate

from one form to another

orchestrating

balancing

the endless cycle

of creation

maintenance

destruction

but

indifferent to all

even to itself

the aged clock

breathless

succumb to

degradation

its hands and gears

frozen

beaten

eaten

by the unforgiving rust

still

its immortal spirit

almost invisibly

endures

steadfast

in its silent journey

untouched

unwavering

along its course

it heal broken spirits

broken hearts

yet

kill

annihilate

mercilessly