Oh, mystery and intrigue just after midnight,
Arriving just as chime of twelfth ends day,
Beckons new arrival under covers,
Awaits till sleepers rise to enter fray,
Into what’s unknown in all tomorrows,
Pending, abundant, at last strike,
The second that one ends and time begins again,
Oh, mystery, intrigue, new day on night.
Out from the core
squeezed stone hearts,
so heavy of feet,
Lumbered on forward,
pumping and pounding, expounding
Into the cities,
Trudging their muck,
as they went.
New tablets hewn,
Passed to the future
Surveyed, as proprietors,
Back to their bothies,
shelter’d from storm,
awaiting new time to be born.