the mindless spot i stare to
of a constantly ticking mechanic.
why is it that it's always
the mixed dance of turning hands?
is it because the timekeeper
is unchanging no matter what?
no speeding up or slowing down
or fear of something unpredicted?
maybe it's secretly comforting
to invariably know its heartbeat.
maybe it comforts to know
that time can dictate for me.
either way i'm drawn
to the hypnosis of the clock,
its eternal waltz of minutes and seconds
capturing my sight each and every time.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 12:12 PM UTC
the mindless spot i stare to
of a constantly ticking mechanic.
why is it that it's always
the mixed dance of turning hands?
is it because the timekeeper
is unchanging no matter what?
no speeding up or slowing down
or fear of something unpredicted?
maybe it's secretly comforting
to invariably know its heartbeat.
maybe it comforts to know
that time can dictate for me.
either way i'm drawn
to the hypnosis of the clock,
its eternal waltz of minutes and seconds
capturing my sight each and every time.
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