clock
 repeating
  repeating
   repeating
never slowing keeping pace
forcing time down our throats
like a wretched inverse suppository
it runs
 runs away
infuriatingly steady
and we just can't get to it
it speaks to you and the
endless tick drips with odium
sightless and nonverbal, only
 tick
  tick
   tick
like a controlled auditory swarm
it is your enemy, you must decide:
face it, or retreat!

its face impassive,
staring you down
like monolithic stone

emotionless and tireless
it cannot be defeated
on its own turf

but dare we step
outside of time,
only to realize
our own insignificance?

the clock looms over us
and the shadow tells us
all we need to know
about its immutability.