Watch the clockwork losing time
On gears of glass and teeth of light.
Worn smooth by their consistent grind
Scarce can they catch a brief respite.
Watch the machine's unending dance -
A mesmerizing, unsteady affair.
Its peculiar, almost arrhythmic romance
Turns slowly upon the autumn air.
Watch the gears grind on with dread
As the facade eventually shatters.
Its final act before its dead:
Its immaculate innards scattered.
Watch the hands grow limp and and cold:
As its face reflects the world no more,
And though a clock will cease to toll
Time continues moving forward.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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