Humanity's forms and attempts to measure and control time.

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Tiny grains of sand

Trickelling through

The narrow neck of

An hour glass,

Roman numerals

Around the circle

Of stone centered by

An elaborate wrought

Iron arm, the delicate

Sweep of the frail

Second hand on a watch,

The steady tick, tick

Of the hands on a clock,

The cuckoo popping out

To greet the hours,

The thundering sounds

Of London's Big Ben, 

Radiating numbers

Flash on a microwave,

All of these measures,

Birthed by human kind,

Fathered by time.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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