Time, And The End Of Time

The time can twist a knot in the stomach
as the tiny machine makes it silent movements.
Since the beginning of beginnings it has been so:
Hands climb, then fall down the face only to start
up again when it is over, will continue until the universe
collapses upon itself as it will one day do. And what time
and gravity accomplish together no man can reverse-
it is too great a power union to overcome. Coyne said
that the universe will have its way, but perhaps time will have
its way, will have the last and final word. Eventually the lowly
and simple sun dial will cease to work, will cease to accept
the shadows before the sun. The finality of it will be deafening
in its silence and its magnitude. Perhaps the heavens
themselves will pour forth like a sea and bleed light
when that final moment arrives and the hands stop their
eternal travel.