The tick of it is enough br For us to think of it, though, br Who does it or gives it a thought? br Can God ever be conniving? br Does good reason govern the dull? br What is it here in this great sphere br that does not do us a good or two? br br Reasoning the obvious is hard br While the most invisible gets pursued br And at times we all succeed br But nowhere are we near or around. br It is all in us ticking like a clock br That fells our time in tickles. br We hardly notice that it is our fate br “We are but those grave freezes br That two beats coyly accommodate”. br br We simply relate our time with fate br And go missing between two beats br Somewhere in our own landscapes. br God is no more, and his entity has no form br It is all the fruitless pursuit of the invisible. br br Look at your wall clock, simply reckon br What you see is the best of your icon br And what you hear is no more a tick br But it is an opportunity knocking br so audibly, and it tells us “it’s time”. br br It’s time. Time is it. br It has been ticking down br Ever since it was born. br jaypeescopies@yahoo.co.inbr br A.