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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