Like a Clock - Gareth Dickson

I am washed upon a rock, in a cold and girding sea

The sun is figured like a clock

It turns and hangs at me

May have to turn to god now, much as it pains me

Because science was just a staging post

And art doesn’t set you free

And i never loved anyone who loved me

But i won’t go back to Abraham, or the man from Galilee

Or the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him)

Or any other three