Long low bell
Song i hear
Far or near

I cannot tell

The chime rings true

In careful arcs
The quarter marks
To man are due


For nowhere lies a creature dear
Who holds the fear of fleeting time


But trembling man
In soil and soot

Wears hard soled boots
And weary hands


Such as mine
Own restless limbs
That shake off sleep

In desperate time

So here i lay as minutes pass slow

Ponder past transgressions made

In hopes that i

Might repair
To what was there
Before a mind