A Studied Patience

The clock ticking, in and of itself,
Measures out a span of time
That no one can describe.

By artifice and seemingness,
We pass from one
Illusion to the next.

A structure so unsound
Must tumble to the ground
When we are laid to rest.

Beyond the nest of earthly prejudice,
We may at last be free
Of all constraints upon humanity.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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