I hear the clock ticking and the heart thumping.
Every second, every beat.
Closer to the end of the available time to create.
Closer to the end of the allotted beats to live.
While infinity stretches ahead, ad infinitum.
The fractions shorten for both time and life
as understanding of what is possible lengthens.
Screeching potential governed by terrestrial realities,
torments you awake in the dead of night and
supplies the intense momentous propulsion required
for the next blue sky.
To work frantic and imperilled
with the clock ticking and the heart thumping
toward the golden shears.
Brett A. Jones Oct 2012
