(Time) Slithers through fingertips

Like careless sifted thread,

The silent loom, the weft:

A fate we learn to dread …

In woven rugged twill

Can we descry the theft?

Are we resigned to time,

Linear like hands too deft?

Tenuously balanced,

Their pyramids of grime

Erected to dispel

The haunting call, the chime.

Suspended like a wraith,

Pervasive like a spell,

The creaking wheel revolves,

Atemporal, REBEL!