Clocks

In this dream,

Relentless dreaming,

A dream within a dream,

I dream

 

And there are these clocks,

A hall of clocks,

Covering the walls, these clocks,

These clocks

 

And all these faces,

So many faces,

Faces upon faces,

Staring at me, these faces

 

And the hands all pointing,

And roving and pointing,

At me, they're pointing,

And in a circle, they race, pointing

 

In this dream,

There are clocks

With staring faces,

And hands pointing

 

And I dream... of clocks,

And so many faces pointing,

And I am haunted by ticks and tocks

So many hands, accusing,

And I dream and dream... of clocks.

The End

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