Pennsylvania

Big eyes and crazy face
The battery may die
With the hands pointing at nine and three
What a sacrifice
It would look like

For months the calibration has been off
But forging on
For the sake of saving
Crazy face
The gears have grinded
Even now
With the last of the grease
Sticking to the bare bones of the thing

My fear through it all
Has been
What if the world as we know it
Keeps this time?

We are all of us so mindful
When the seconds...drag....on
But when seconds.....become......minutes
And minutes.......become........hours
When do we finally call it
Suspended in midair
And say

We are frozen
Locked on an idea
That things will work forever
A status quo
No more
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4.22.08