It has all the shapes in the world
May it be round, rectangle or square
It moves after sixty beats,
the other stick serves as a “liboter”
it doesn’t rest, not until everything
inside is tired.
It tells you the value of everything,
It speaks for the seconds,
And prompts you what was changed,
The sticks may sometimes form a straight line-
Exactly to tell you the hours of the day,
When it ticks,
You only hear it with your ears-
But the sound will linger
If your heart sees each beating
and listen to it, as
each second moves-
and the lost memories
will recoil as the second hand
brings forth
to its redirected memory.
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