The Animating Immaterial Poem by james watkin
The Animating Immaterial
Each one of these clocks by a kindred
Spirit of Time possessed is.
The spirit of God, in each of us
Cries out "hypostasis".
Inane is the mechanism when tenantless;
Just drivel the ticking be.
A lump at the end of the sexton's
Shovelling when housing thee!
Tuesday, April 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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