The inventor Himself is timeless.
Alpha and Omega they call him.
I'm that second within a minute.
In sixty words i hope to travel through your dreams.
By the minute as the beat ticks i resolve to make that longer,in sixty subtle ways.
Wishful thoughts of hours,as harped music plays.
I project into the future and see what HE already knows.
Meet the divinely chosen leaders in garments white as snow.
Catapult into the future beyond the first,to view a changed world.
Live amongst nations and men who are true to their words.
Peak into that distant Holy City that lurks in a dimension untouched by dayor night.
My wrists then submit to cuffs hallowed by the purity of light.
The past would matter no more to me.
Let the sickening present be.
Interfere not with the Omnipresent Clock.
By M.O.O aka the chronometer of hope
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