We harness time with clock hands,
pushing back and leaping forward
in a designed whim to master the sun.
Whether the gold marble sparkles in blue
or hides behind clouded gray, its light
is assigned to space crowded by immediate.
Freedom exhales a weighted sigh
it must be bound by ticking handcuffs
to a schedule minute inked with frenzy.
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Susie, thank you for a reminder of the part clocks play in our lives. I needed it, 'slow down.'
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Who do we think we are? Excellent insight.