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A symphony of ticks and tocks
Performed by that old kitchen clock
And several more throughout the home
Reaffirms that you're alone
A sound so soft it disappears
When you lightly cover up your ears
But right now it's crystal clear
The only thing you hear
The hands slowly pivot
Circumscribing time
Second, hour, minute
Concentric temporality in a handsome design
Now in something as a trance
You begin to sway and dance
And as you move from room to room
That eerie meter continues to loom
Slowly out of sync they go
As batteries start running low
Or as springs come unwound
And gears cease to spin around
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