The Troubled Soul of a Clock
your anxious stare, penetrating my face
will never leave it blinking again
i’ll shed these foolish lights
and you can read my hands
the gears that are grinding
and coordinated movements
timing precisely
the second that are passing
now you’ll finally notice
the same way that i see
help me!
i want to get out of this
framing
bordering fencing of a
guideline
metronome
that we call time
keep track
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