the Bell

The bell tolls.
Hence comes the hour,
in all its fearful symmetry



The bell tolls.
Whence at the peak,
life’s ironic geometry



The bell tolls.
And counting, calculates,
the sum of all your years



The bell tolls.
Its deafening beat,
marking your soundless fears



The bell tolls.
It’s silent tremor,
seeking those beyond the wall



The bell tolls.
And promptly you gather,
and in your company you fall



The bell tolls.
Whence you celebrate,

the duality of Life’s power



The bell tolls ...
and having tolled,

marks your deepest darkest hour