The Only Question
You asked of me a question, I only have a partial answer. Is a partial answer worth more than none? I hope that is grounds enough. Still, you gave me time. To work on my trinkets, Those broken clocks and pieces, Tick, tick, unticking on the floor. I am no longer there, though you gave me time. You asked of me a question, I am ready with an answer. But an answer is nothing to the time you lent to me. No bank or account to withdraw, Only a promise to return with a conclusion to your proposal. A request to be more Than a click, clock, clacking. How I have not figured out my time. You asked of me a question. Now, I’m ready. I’m sure, how could I not be? The scene has changed, though I remain. The world revolves in motion, Spinning its axis like it will never fail. I fail though. My clock has failed too. That is my answer. I wasted away your request and came slow to a generous approach. Miss, tssk, hissing at the poison I so enjoyed injecting. This is how my time went. Still, coiled, unbound by life To find a clock with no clockwork questing. Question nothing But Time.
The tides rise and fall.
in paradiso, ego sum