November 11th | "Tick Tock"

This clock of mine
has four hands
instead of three,
because he likes
to keep track of time
right down to the T,
and so that
every millisecond
is spent 
with me.

That clock of mine,
it broke
unexpectedly
one day
and I tried to piece it
back together
or perhaps
find another way,
but I couldn't
and I shouldn't 
anyway
because it's unable 
to be fixed,
and irreplaceable.

This clock of mine
has two hands
instead of three,
because keeping track
of something
like time
is like
catching dry ice
in your bare hands
and swallowing it
whole.

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