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I am a fine pocket watch.

Gold, intricate in its parts.

Craftsmanship, design.

I'm in danger.

The rocks whiz by my head if they miss.

Unload their force into me.

If they don't miss.

They are rocklike minds throwing rocks.

I fall, I die.  Over and over.

I am reborn. I still have my delicate insides.

I am still that fine pocket watch.

Now the rockminded throw rocks at the behest of

Books.

Ideas fight. I evade.

My only job to keep my parts, so intricately made, protected.''

I'm here; Miraculously intact.

I seem to have forgotten

The purpose of keeping time.