Rivers of Time

Etched in the glass of forever more
Timelessness stands over the rivers of ruin
like cards in a house, it all falls
hands on a clock
time moves by, tick-tock
pulled from the wreckage
looking across the restless waters
clock faces flying in every direction
hands spinning violently
knowing not where we go

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