New New Poem

So I've been on a bit of a roll lately, poetically speaking. At least, I've been getting a whole lot of ideas! This one is about time travel. I decided the world doesn't have enough poetry about time travel, so I stepped in to take care of this terrible need. I got the initial ideas listening to a song called "The Clock" by Thom Yorke... and then I wrote it waiting to pick up my sister before softball.

"Paradox"

The ticking beats in my ear,

like mechanical heartbeats I feel it,

as I watch you from across the room.

Is it 1854?

Or perhaps 1902?

I can't remember anymore,

all the dates blur together

once you've lived them out of order

It was blinking red numbers yesterday,

gently shuffling hands today,

a tinny robot's voice two weeks gone

But a clock by any other name

is still a clock.

I thought I knew how to make the numbers obey,

thought I had all the time in the world,

but I've made a grave miscalculation,

haven't I?

and you,

you knew it from the start,

didn't you?

Can you stop me before I stop the bomb,

can you stop me before I stop you?

can I stop you before you stop me?

Can I stop me before its too late?