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Above the hardwood floors, across the distant halls, Beside the double doors, hanging on yonder walls, Since the dawn of time, the ticks have preceded the tocks Of my rather hypnotizing little Siamese clocks. Dusk—the sun is setting soon, Dusk—the dawning of the moon. Twelve to twelve, and twelve anon, Siamese Clockwork, on and on. If you were to take a line and square it one time, The plane you find again squared; the dimensions climb. A cube the third dimension reveals, squared again. The fourth dimension is time itself; here time began. (Chorus) If there is no beginning, and there is no end, Then this riddle really isn’t hard to comprehend. And if you think I’m only trying to joke and jest, Defy the time; destroy your mind; infinity your guest. (Chorus) |
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Originally published as a collection of songs entitled: Onerous Musicalis (A Collection of Bothersome Musical Soirées). Copyright © 1995 Eric Knickerbocker. All rights reserved. | Next Poem  |
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