No one watches
Hands ticking seconds
Or minutes passing
We look at screens
While crossing traffic
While sitting in an office
Or talking with a face.
No one notices the things
Caught by the eye
The fleeting moments
The fragment pieces
That fit together
To make a life.
You can immortalize minutes
You can put hours on display
But what context does it have
Thrown into the vast morass?
The last nine years have happened
So sayeth the clock
No one looks at the clock anymore
Time has died
And I mourn its death.
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