#ClockContemplation
(a wallclock comes into the stage and seats opposite me on the table)
THE CLOCK:(boasting)
in the gradual tide of life page
I ride as a sailor of time
my sails billowed by the wind of age
my crews in the command of my chime

The whir of my mechanical gears
are realized in the revolution of time
pushing through the axis of fears
with my single silver chime(winks)

i steer the ebb and flow
of the immaculate conception of a golden glow
I cause sunrise to surface in a perfect rhyme
with sunset in its circumnavigating flow

as my whir,strike,and pulse takes toll
and the usual rites of passage goes in a consistent roll
the click of my three fingers roll in a cruising speed
as age my lieutenant takes the lead

ME: (wailing)
this hour, that day, those years
all gone in a smoking fury
turnover of the leaves of my life's miserable story
just for this silver chime

and what next...(contemplates)
my chin with wild bears
then the loud train fumes in black smoke
and the old man pokes (out)
just for a silver chime

ME: (resigning) all gone, all gone
THE CLOCK: (gayily swiveling on the table)
while I click, and swing, and chime till dawn

#fountaINK PENultimate
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