Poetry

A message from GMT +11 – Miguel Jacq

in oceania we hurtle
head-first through time,

riding

ahead as if
mercenary scouts,

counting

the tick of eons on
the grandfather clock,

winding

our message in a tail of
dust, strapped and

whipping

against the achilles heel.
I hear the thirteenth bell

clanging,

the shudder of earth

rolling

out of darkness into light

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