There’s a crack in my clock that bends over my wall.
It stops the falling limb’s track dead at noon
It’s been shattered for months, I think
I’ve been lost for the same
I choose not to fix the broken tick
Tipping my nose at the frustrations of certainties
I follow the synthetic legitimacies of the universe
Assuming that time stands still for me
No longer tocking in with the music surrounding
The clocks refrain cackles the air
The untuned tempo falls short from belief
Shaking the world without its tickering snicker
The crack in my clock rattles the world
With each mind disbelieving missing rhythm
Unmasked possibility of nonexistence
Designing fear of an inevitable end no longer on hand.
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