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Almost Like Clockwork

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WE ARE
Ticking ticking ticking
Never stopping always clicking
With a rhythm never ceasing
Never stopping always pleasing
In the time time time
Serving out this dreadful crime
Turning clear around again
Under the ol' brass Baby Ben
In the clock never stop
Do not stop cannot stop
For the work must keep on going
Till the brassy gears are showing
And the plastic's worn away
But at the end of all the days
It will tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
It will tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
Then stop

You just touch the gear
The big one on top
And without a dying breath
Without a sound it simply
...Stops...
The clock is dead in the silence of dust
And the brass and plastic pieces
Never mourned never missed
Simply lost in the silence of the
Quiet afternoon
dependant on another
To wind up this old clock
And repair its mechanisms
Until finally we hear…

WE ARE back back back
running down the faithful track
in the rhythm and the time
of the technologic rhyme
Simply tick tick tick
Never tock that's the trick
Keep it simple keep it clean
Keep the brass's glossy sheen
Time it well keep it wound
Then just listen to the sound
Of the tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
Of the tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
Time it well keep it wound
And we'll sing for you the sound
Of our tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
Of our tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
You can listen to our song
You may listen all day long
To our song and the click
And the never-ending tick
Tick-tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
Tick-tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
Madness lurks just below
Though you never think it so
For you humans cannot bear
Hearing ticking in your ear
In the hour after hour
Of the daylight's fearful power
And you'll quickly grow to tire
Of our simple faithful choir
Of the springs and pretty gears
That will measure out your years
Just listen to the ticking
And our tir'less clever clicking
Of the clockwork…
Just listen to the ticking
And the tir'less clever clicking
Of the clockwork.
Tick-tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
Tick-tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
I found myself beginning sinking into the rhythm of Poe's poem, The Bells. It really is easy to see why he chose it... It's very hypnotic to listen to an open clock while writing. I hope to eventually do an audio read-along of this poem, spoken aloud in time to the beat. I strongly suggest reading this aloud, in about 120 beats per second, though that's a little fast.
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Oxiemoron's avatar
I like the second... stanza? that's what it's called, right? /not a writer
this is cool.