ticking away
all our rounds spent on the same ---- ticking ---- numbers
the face without eyes
ruling--we must abide
closing in--our sin--
against sin--the clock keeps track
don't ever go back--its says--broken jointed
a flood of envy at it's pronounced unbeginning
constant
in the clocks stride
our ruined nation led by goodbyes at the sun
as it raises questions lighter than the questions that the clock raises
repetition spells life
spells the rounded cell we divide around
the single celled clock
stronger than heart and gray hair brittle bones
the clock a syndicate to linear movement
hater of intervention
enemy of the divine
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