Clock

The hands

spin.

Every day.

Day after

day they

spin.

Relentless.

Morning.

Noon.

Night.

Relentless.

Planet spins.

Relentlessly

it spins.

Time

spinning,

fritting it

all away.

Can’t be

stopped.

Can’t hold

the hands.

Impossible to

hold the hands,

stop the clock.

Impossible.

Monotonous,

relentless,

regularity.

Grabbing

by the scruff,

dragging

all along

for the ride.

Spinning faster,

the hands

spin faster.

Furiously 

spinning.

The ride will

not stop,

will not

stop

till the

end.

Then

it happens.

The hands

seize,

stop spinning.

Time’s up!

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