Time n’ Gravity

Constantly rolling, Through space, Time ticks, While clock face, Smiles at us.

Gravity Silent

I watched the lightening fuel your grin, Wide eyed, giant… behind…. Grind… work that stone thin…. Thing… that’s what we win…. Breath in… out… your life is held thin… Gravity drifting below, Our eyes sucked within… Seeing our soul, Burnt and twisted within…. Living for what Living within Trapped in walls Paper thin Life hits…

Gravity Well of Old Man Tym

Over hill marches old man Tym, His pack overfilled with wine, Pulling through hefty silky viel, Pulling planet and sun on long curled vine, Sinking and rolling like tumbleweeds on the vale, Long curls form whitening beard, Twisted staff curves time, In cauldron over filled, Crescendo of the clock strike, Tick.. tock.. tick… on each…