Tick…Tock

10/6/11

A moment’s genesis spawns its passing:
The true paradox of measurable existence.
For what quantity compiles a second’s tick
But the division of our globe’s revolution?
The daily strobe of celestial radiance and
Dependable successions of yearly weather
Structure our clocks, calendars, and minds.
This calculation of earthly phenomena grants
Humanity a sense of order to the universe,
But what is measurement without observation?
Matter to atoms to quarks to strings, the scale
Of reality warps to infinity as perception shrinks.
And so it is with the flow of life that inherent
Contradiction is bred by our understanding,
For a moment itself is conscious acknowledgement 
Of a perceived reality through sensory inputs.