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Nov 2013
My clock has stopped.
It says eight forty-four
but it's nine thirty-eight.
It stopped when I wasn't looking
or was looking but didn't notice
a few days ago,
the knobbly black fingers
frozen, pointing west.

I take time off,
feel its chilled curves
dig into my palms,
another river among many.
Held up to my ear
a soft heartbeat,
my thumbs squash
numbers three and nine.

On your back.
The old red tube removed
with my nail
like flicking a splinter
out with a needle.
In snaps the new guy.
With one spin of the white wheel,
a new breath.
Written: November 2013 and March 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, starting at 21:38 and finishing at 22:08. During this time, I changed the battery in the clock on my wall while writing a poem about the process.
Reece AJ Chambers
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Reece AJ Chambers  31/M/Northamptonshire, England
(31/M/Northamptonshire, England)   
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