Clock's pendulum
rocks in soothing motion,
as moments sway
in a tempo
of its own leisure.
Hours crest with
echoing 'bongs'
lasting longer than
reality's
actual point.
Seconds observe
their shadows
growing long into minutes,
stretching to hours,
culminating
day's duration.
Synchronized schedules
of moon, of sun,
dictate rotations.
Both earth and clock,
revolving
in unison's orbit.
Existence spans absolute ages,
eternally wound,
eternally circular,
as time pieces
tick off,
pieces of time.