clocks tick, perennially,
clanging soothsayers of the inevitably finite,

clarion calls,
klaxon horns,
alarms abuzz in the desolate night,

rousing dormant passions,

constant, unchanging,

shedding fads,
shunning fashions,

seeking release,
surfing along a sliver,
of hope, of peace,

to mythical spaces,
far-flung places,

where joy is not defined,

by a non-negotiable lease.