clockwise

time
is a construct
an artificial
delusion
used
to mark
the passing
of life
a shackle
wrapped around
the ankles
of those
rushing
inevitably
towards
the cliff
of their own
demise
the hour hand
points
at the indiscriminate
downfall
as the minute hand
forces
the doomsday clock
towards
armageddon

i mark
the passage
of time
by kisses
lost
by words
spat
knowing that
eventually
as i return
to dust
to sting the eyes
of those
frozen in fear
staring
as their own
seconds tick off
unable to move
forward
as the unwise
clock face
driven
by brass gears
calls out
the endings
scripted by
inactionary
malaise

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