Time the old woodworm’s ticking on silence-wall,
On the silence-wall, its second is ticking,
What takes all though it is slow:
It’s ticking all on a silence -wall,
What is cast into time in close of silence-walls,
No one escapes, only what oversteps it.
Suddenly the light explodes and
Ticking Time and beings come to an end.
Creature beyond time enters into existence:
It may not be closed between walls of silence.
The light may not fade away in him,
And till form is his existence: one hopes.
Time the old woodworm’s ticking on the silence-wall,
On the silence-wall, its second is ticking,
What takes all though it is slow…
Dec. 06. 2021., by J. W. Cassandra
