Striking Clocks And Paradox... (Rv-Rp)

Still, dance....dance we must over skies of billowing sage in search of lost tabernacles, tarnished gold now bible black. And..... what shall we do when Time takes its last lap around its own face. Mercy is earned, Justice is served, Life is a paradox, Death is normal, Love dyslexically 'E v o l', at 'times'? [Yet, Oooooh...! So burning sweet] Thus, until then, on must we dance, dance, still, we must- dance to Time- dance, 'til the clocks strike no more, dance, 'til the clocks strike no more, dance 'til the clocks................., yeah. ©Frank J. Ryan, Jr./2013 ...All Rights Reserved...