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I
live in a clock
imagine
in
a clockless dark
how
weak the will
the
needing noticed
nothing
else
the
words have had their shine away
music
won't make sense
clockless
all
the day is washed
that
would be with no planet at all
no
sun to turn
but
the
fact
is
I
live in a clock
(better
and worse)
two
months since chocolate
two
weeks beyond beer
and
spirits and wine
everything
keeps time
as
I do
everything
measures up
I
can see no other function
for
this spread
of
all worlds
in
every direction
we
are simply
so
far from beginning
so
much closer to an end
the
discovery of quartz
was
a
hint of what's more fundamental
all
matter pulses with time
invisible,
as with most motion
why
does a waistcoat have two pockets?
one's
for the sun-dial
so's
to set
what
always will need setting
we
wind ourselves up
with
every little thing
every
tick is a note nudged on
by
rhythm, that's time
it's
music that the heart lets out
yes
clock is something savage to say
I
simply witness the hands
the
passing
my
own meek imitation
of
the universal paw and stroke
first
fear
is
of the clockless dark
no
sun to turn
no
tune of moon
where
there
aren't the hours in a day
Ah, lovely but scary...
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