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I wrote this after talking to a new love interest & learning about Einstein's theory of relativity in physics (oh, college, bringing together the best of both worlds). I immediately remembered Salvador Dali's "The Persistence of Memory" painting, and how he related it to Einstien's theory of relativity, using melting clocks to relate how time applies to dream and memories. I encourage you to check out the painting if you care enough to read the poem (Dali built his own museum in Spain, which I went to when I was younger. There are rooms that are considered works of art. It really is quite terrifying, too)
The hands of the clock push our time, push me out of town.
The ticks of the clock whisper the seconds already evaporated.
The numbers of the clock measuring the tension of this room.
The gears of the clock mocking our throbbing hearts.
Einstein said “It’s all relative,” but relative to you, there will never be a right time.
You said “Normal can be boring.”
I knew a man who was anything but normal.
In Spain, I walked through his brain; touched his vile, constructed fantasies.
He thought his dreams were memories,
And with heat and ants, he sacrificed them for art. So they persisted.
He murdered time in the desert.
And although we may not be in a dream or a deadland,
And sure as he killed time,
Maybe we could melt the clocks.