Trevor Toews Biography

The world is turning clockwise,
and the ticking doesn't stop.
The rigid hands, like marching bands,
move forward round the clock.
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The unborn child,
As she waits in darkness for the coming dawn,
Wrapped in solitude's restricting bands,
Is nurtured by a life line, fed and cared for
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How many of these gleaming, lifeless stones,
Will you erect and dedicate with hollow prayer?
Will the hordes of idols never be enough?
The mystic scenes that decorate your domes?
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Have you ever been alone at night,
Waiting for first light,
And tried to will the earth to spin one minute faster?
It didn’t change its pace at all by what you said.
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The devil owns the question mark
He wields it like a sickle in the grass,
Hacks contentment, severs my resolve
With all the slicing questions that he asks.
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