Ticking Time

A man with a square jaw and small glasses
On his slim line face
It weaves an orchestral pattern
line by line, revealing his life
Ticking time
In a waiting lounge of heaven
The land
Sprawled out like me in my dressing gown
Tended to Minute by Minute

Like a woven pattern
Weaved by the woman
With cropped hair
And 'lesbian' sprawled on her forehead
Somewhat arranged
Like a piece of classical music,
Meter by meter
All notes arranged

All the rhyming is done
A harmonious production
This vast land
The lakes, the car parks
The takeaways,
A small puppy
Playing in the sunlight

They say it's God's gift
Preserved like a
Piece of ribbon
Stranded in the night sky