A Few Words (revised) on the Hope for a Style More Gnomic

 I’d like to learn

To speak more naturally

As does the gnomon

By means of shadow

In direct translation

Of the sun

On intimate terms

With time as well

Its passing duly noted

In every utterance

Grasping at words

Fleet as light as they

Rocket through air

Yet land precisely

Upon dial or page

 

Aspiring to a gnomic style 

Is a mere tautology

And therein lies the joke

To be both pithy and redundant

Reveals the double sided

Nature of truth