The clock strikes an hour
As pendulum swings to and fro
Measuring beats in each second
Machinery sensing vibrations
The towering clock stands tall
High and mighty above us all
Announcing time to go
The chiming bells doth ring an echo
Sounding an alarm
Stopping the wanderings
Of a mind that senses the gap
Marking one's existence
In the space-time fabric
The duration that elapsed
Returning to the present
Knowledge of the current
Time that is displayed
By two hands splayed
Occupied in a corner
Defining its place
Carving out its own space
For the lone individual self

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