In The Ever changing Times

    In  the  Ever changing   Times

In   the  ever-changing 

Times, our  taking   refuge

In  Timer, forsakes us,

Forsaking  itself;

like  fallen  dry leaves

twirl  up  in  search  of  corner.

It is like stitches   get

Undone, showing cleavage.

Allowing  us  to count

Cleavage  and  broken threads.

The   clock striking meticulous

watches  the  inroads 

into  the human  carve

making  changes . In  the

ever changing  times,  our

taking   refuge in Timer

forsakes us: forsaking

itself. It is like   paper

torn   into  pieces, into

 corners  flying  around .

in the  Ever-changing  Times

we  still take refuge in Timer 

 and  forsaking Times.