Hands stuck in perpetual stagnation

And nary a minute goes by

While the measly second hand

Bounces in place

As if in a Jolly Jumper,

Thinking she is 


Holding back

The advancing 

Minute and hour.

The clock face in

It’s microcosm

That sees the

World complete


Its frame.

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