The hands of the clock

Point at me and mock

Like a river blocked

By slowly eroding rock

Tick tock

The time will come

My lovely one

When we are done

Cracked up by sun

No sooner here

Than gone

Still resolute

Like King Canute

Or a shallow rooted tree


And me

Will be

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