Clock
I sit here
Counting seconds,
Breathing Minutes
Singing Hours
Unmoving,
Immobile to everything
Surrounding
my perch
Watching everything,
Everyone
Pass by
Worried glances,
Troubled faces,
Keeper of time
Loser of life
Still for the breathless
Do I measure such a thing?
Time
Does it make me?
Become me?
A fragile thing
A lifeless tool
Do I mean much?
Peered at once, no second looks
Nothing to slow me down
As my battery has long run out
and yet
I still count
Even if I am not working
Everything
Precious as the
Time
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Synopsis
Thoughts of a clock
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