by Fred Leeds
I have a clock that is alive.
It measures the waking and the sleep of the spinning earth.
It knows all ordinary time, and it knows the times before times,
When China suddenly awakens in Korea’s sleep.
While this clock is mine and was born with me,
It also ticks the tides of earth,
Cycling from birth to death
In all my fellow creatures
Upon the human planet.
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