What can your past now say to you
that has never been said before? What
of that clock that forbade you to move

forward. What of the clock that asked
for nothing but passage, the minutes
careening into you like a fitful arrow.

What of the clock that summoned nothing,
not even mercy. Once you tired of wanting,
a face to break, you started the clock again.
TINA CHANG, AN EXCERPT FROM THE IDEA OF REVELATION.