About Time - Poem by Alexandra Reiss
You are cuffed
to an illusion.
Don’t be ashamed,
it would be too convenient
if we all wore our delusions fastened to our bodies.
The earth’s entirety!
Still you think your last remark was ironic.
Cubicles! Dotted lines!
Awake! You who prostrate yourselves
before clocks! Unwind
your misconception - Now,
bow to the second hand!
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