Clock
Let's face it,
I control you.
You I watch.
Emm Cee.
Measuring the Sun in cycle
even in a doorless hall.
Slicing time in arcs eternal
hour ancient at the rear.
Slow but clear.
The most important hand of all is here.
I turn away
two times a day.
Too slow to see me move.
Like magic, I prepare
the time and sit down there.
Silent shifter.
Muted tick and muted tock.
Great grandfather of the clock.
Children: one.
Most abused by you.
Most used by you.
What's the time?
Twenty to.
Quarter past.
Not much there.
Not much info to sinko
your gear teeth into.
An egg is three.
A mile is four.
Hold your breath for one or more.
A train is late by five or ten.
What's the best you've ever had?
Which one would you want again?
What's the most you've fitted in it?
Life is just a minute.
Make way!
Make way!
Away!
Away!
I'm coming clatter clatter clatter
quick a tic a jif a sec
a scamper tamper tinker chick
a second hand a tapping clicking
every beat it keeps on ticking
trail into the tail of future
tracing time for all the clock to
tend the pace and track the face a
run ning race until I stop.
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