It sat on the mantle, so regal
and imposing. It told us many things.
The minute, hour, and day,
And yet it told us nothing.
Nothing of importance, because
Linear time in meaningless.

This morning it struck me awake.
Its sounds are, by turn,
Irritating and reassuring.

I’m still here, it said.
Still keeping you on track.
I’ve been around longer than you,
So I’ve seen more of life.
My job is to keep track of time.
But what kind of job is that?
Linear time is meaningless.

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