I’m sitting on the edge of time

For just a disembodied pause

While pointed hands o’er rounded chime

Obey the pendulum’s swayed cause.

Where kinetics’ course is lastly laid,

Comes forth the pointing to a door

That opens wide. Be not afraid,

I think, to thereupon explore.

And there I search the sea, in stay,

For those few drops that speak of me.

Below a crystal clouded day,

I look for cause and clarity.

But deep inside, my inner clock

Is calling forth its metered rhyme.

Inclined I am to learn like Locke,

I’m also tuned by trembling tine.

The edge of time is thinner than

The fairest maiden’s finest hair,

Yet broader is the settled plan

That puts us just exactly there.