Curfews & Clockworks

A para-revolutionized poem about the possible change that may befall.

Penned by: Adil Salik for an aural rendition in Late December (aka a hit song)

Curfews & Clockworks

Act 1

On the edge of waiting, at this precipice in time

the verdict will seep in the clockworks of your mind

The racing defiance you spent over me

collides with the fleeting in my brevity

Epilogue

The lights are all off; in hope of the storm

we’ve boarded up all the bad dreams

The restless will break the curfew at hand

to try to level this playing field

If the force of this moment bleeds into your heart:

the potion that renders every instance as gold

These are the troubled and these are themselves the saviors

and that is a secret that’s never been told

Act 2

You can ward off the yearning, wheel away the guilt

but the nagging will eat at the warmth of your soul

The policing of wisdom through the display of force

can never evade all the trapdoors and black holes

Epilogue

The lights are all off; in hope of the storm

we’ve boarded up all the bad dreams

The restless will break the curfew at hand

to try to level this playing field

If the force of this moment bleeds into your heart:

the potion that renders every instance as gold

These are the troubled and these are themselves the saviors

and that is a secret that’s never been told