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  Hammer and Nails

Fixed

Between time and eternity
nothing was fixed.
One gaped at the other
across an unbridgeable void. 

Stories of patriarchs
pinned them lightly together.
A loose frame of parables,
scraps of psalms,
prophecies,
tongues. 

Poets tried words;
scientists, numbers;    
musicians, delicate vibrations;
painters, the placing of colours;

but nothing was fixed
until a workman took
a hammer and a wrist
and with one whack nailed down
eternity screaming into time.