The clock may wind ever slowly down
But here it comes up again making space profound
How do you compare a tick to an hour
Animals left to graze on creations final flower
Who would have thought we'd live to see
The fusion of silicon nestled in ebony
The shadows that lurked pinned to our tails
Only the sense of humor has lightened this trail
An epic ascent through what some call this time
What the sensible call reinstating the mind
Not the one hidden whispering dreary sad hints
But the same exact voice we discover distinct
If truth is what we seek
We must start from within
Belief is in the eye throughout thick and thin
Not afraid of contempt of thyself who's in sin
And fear not the daemons you may find deep within
As you chose wisely to stand what's inside
There are your Angels anticipating the tide.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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