Clockwork Tower


I can see time square
The clock tower as is, glistens
The cogs ordained in flesh
Calls the seconds of the stars
The eternal oblivion aligns the fractures
An ambiguous sense of purpose
As seconds pass, the night sky cease to be
Become one with your flesh
The ever gently dark-clad stratosphere
The inner heart, its steel polished white
Can't see the sun
Can't bare its destiny
Forever it goes on, searching the outer sky
Soon forgotten too late, flesh attained
Polished once, now molded
Blood is the fuel, the life it carries
It's hour-turned hand, now broken and mangled
Molded right, to perfection
Imagined only a life it cannot have
It's life weeps to run forward
The first tick of the clockwork tower

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