The Clock

Life's slow, with those

Anniversaries of the time

You think, remember

The time's you had outside

Still we know

The clock will never show

The wearing and the tearing

Of the mind

O, dear thee

Whose mind I can't unsee

The flesh is not a bind that's

Hard to find

Sit down, mirror

Damned to see the image

You shall see

Quick flash, quick dash

A picture's not a picture easily