There's a Clock - hanging on the wall

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There's a Clock – hanging on the wall,

That mocks us in His Dance;

Spinning, spinning until I thought –

It left me in a trance.


I hear Him in my restless sleep,

Ticking – into my Ear –

Carelessly Counting the Minutes,

Until I disappear –


The Music – falls and slips and fades;

The Ticking, almost Gone,

I died – suddenly – knowing then –

The Clock kept Ticking on. 

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