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 Grandeur Of Melancholy

The Clock Wize Factor

Here is the hours gone by.
Zero in on the wizards in the mirror.
Time has witnesses, clocks have features.

The times have been set,
and they melt
drip
drip
drip
on the...
floor.

Maybe it is the lunar 
in lunatic.

Got strings to cut
from nine to nine.
Every number I find.

Don't you just want to...
run your own life?

Spend a little on
yourself, as you
eat the spaces
of the factors 
this in. Just
count on this.

That maybe 
you require
a five o clock
shadow before
you drink it in.

That utopia
in the peace
and quiet,
a blip in 
your mind.

Get to that
place you like,
getting the hours wrong.







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