Time

The hours drive
My heart insane.
A stillness inside
Pulling at my soul.
A second changes
All my heartbeats
Into quietude.
Grasping at
Magnetic bells.
Told and sold.
Feint, like my own.
A drop of nectar
For the restless serfs,
Trapped inside.
Lissome, fulsome, wanton
Droves, of twirling madness
In sharpened stoles.