The Silent Sentinel

He watches the long days,
go down to short nights.
Silently with little intrusions,
and gentle interventions.

Standing there frozen in place,
or hanged, but not to his death,
in the appearance of foolish and young days,
or the wizened and ancient years.

Reminding us about the things we do,
and that things and people will not last forever.

His speech is in the minimalistic music of chimes, beeps
and quiet ticks,
his language we see the arcane symbols of science.

He is there, seen or not seen at all,
slicing lives away without knowing.

We are all tied to him,
his willing and many unwilling slaves.

Not knowing we are bound to him til the end.

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    • Silver Wind
    • January 31st, 2006

    I love the picture, the poem was really good too, but that image was just awsome.

  1. For the picture itself, I just used a sepia effect in photoshop. Duotone doesn’t work quite well on it.

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