Face of the clock:
Face of death.
Forcing us to face a time –
Forcing us to fight this time –
Fighting us unto the death.

Time is faced:
Time exists.
Time is fought:
Death exists.
Time is faced:
Life and death retain their
Ostensible existence
As polar opposites.

The face of the clock
As the face of man,
Divides apparent time
Into ignoble increments
Along a line.

Linear time as blind man
Would find,
Is as a horizon appears to a mind
Immured by sight
Without intuition,
Lured to an inhibition
Of wisdom.
For a horizon appearing as a straight line
Curves back on itself,
Just as does time,
For neither have an end or a start.

A man’s face divides time
With wrinkles and lines
Separating a youth from an age,
And life from a death.
A clock’s face cleaves time
Into partitions for the mind
To systemize and organize
The bodily existence it finds
Itself in.

In facing the clock to face this time
We force and fight the mind
To abandon the nature of mind itself
And take on the illusion of time.
In forcing the mind by way of this time,
We constrict the time that is this mind
For the mind is this time.
We are this mind,
Above any time.

Our faces of clocks and faces of men
May measure and divide it, but
We are this time:
We have no end or start.