Tick Tock, you damned clock,
what is your hurry?
System overload.
System shutting down.
The
aches
and
pains
a
tumbling
sound.
In the shadows of the dawn
is where the floating telephones
are constantly ringing.
Do not answer them.
Put
the
outside
world
in
its
place.
And hear the tinkling chimes
announce the
beginning of the end.
Tick Tock, you damned clock,
what is your hurry?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well presented thought, i enjoyed reading the poem, thanks