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Time is a nemesis I cannot quell
No matter how I try to push it out
It will remain - even when I can't tell
The details of its passage, I can't doubt
It lives and still moves on. Like Galileo
I must admit, no matter what the court
May say of it, it moves. I cannot K.O.
The hours that live inside a clock, abort
The minutes of a watch, or put aside
The seasons of a sundial. No, when
I break them, smother them, attempt to hide
The truth of what they say, time and again
Time merely slips away, and counts itself
Without the ticking from the clock's old shelf.