Pinching out from the rotting layers

Spreading them across the fragile cloth

Fragments of forgotten time between the fingers

Bending down for a closer look

Is that still a reality which can be compared?

Decayed time smells unpleasant

Surrendered to the immense pressures of change

All those ill-fated clocks have been abandoned

The fragile cloth cowers after some time

What else could be revealed?

Trite narratives of serpentine nature

Hibernating for ages


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