Time and Voice
Time and Voice -Tariku Abas Etenesh- Tic-Tack Time wrapped, Linear seconds bent , T oday met its end, In its own beginning’s millisecond , Sapient age of- twenty four hours - minus- twenty five hours , As old as the unborn second- newer as the eternal spans; Time wrapped and met a voice That had been- was- and- is . Tic -tack The voice, Spared in reticence, Wrapped in cajoling nuances, Of evading, Of formalities, Of fear, Orchestrating a show of confidence, Shyly shone with pride, Like a loose hinge of a door, Glorifying indifference to pains of a long forgone repair; Tic-Tack Time said: ‘Voices that pride in being hushed, When more deserved they had been loud and succor, Have fallen into the fortified innocence of the goaded and veiled, Insisting to extract ‘ phantom will ’ out of a ‘ pernicious real’ , Glorifying redundant chats of broken scripts of trust , That hues an ...