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These eyes remain ever-fix'd on the clock,
Watching long and short handles as they spin.
That drum, that beat, that incessant tick-tock
Gingerly invades each corner within.
Its shrieking insistence simply maddens
As it pins down the early morning.
Confrontation of it quickly saddens,
For Time slipped away without warning.
He placated me, plied me with liquor,
Changed the detour sign and greased the roadway.
I came to a stop and heard him snicker,
Most pleased to have led me so far astray.
Shall I admit defeat? Resign to this fate?
I could try backing up, but maybe too late.