Day 18

 Abcedarian


A bit of a slog and cheat!


Any 

blind 

clockmaker will 

deal in 

empty time. 


Fragile seconds 

get 

hooked in the 

inner workings. 


Just enough force is needed to 

kill the switch to 

lag the pace to 

make the minutes 

nice and even. 


Obviously, 

prayer has a part to play in the 

quiet flow of hours. 

Rob one day to pay another. 

Substitute day for night. 


Time can be brought from other places 

Under cover of darkness, 

Venn diagrams show how my time impacts yours.

What this means for dreaming isn't clear. 

X equals 

y in the calculation of tick and tock, the simple

Zen of clockwork

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