Time Squozen Poem by soren Barrett

Time Squozen

I squeeze the clock to slow time
Breaking it does not stop shadows passing
A face with hope's grime
three pointing hands each the other surpassing
Metal gears
it is its teeth that give it power
eating years
chewing down seconds and hour

Thursday, March 14, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: eating,power
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