Pandemonium

Moving through circumferences on the face of a clock

Pillars and posts go gliding by like clouds

Running in seeming circles around the same block

Pandemonium, a warning screamed aloud.

Like a lotus in a swamp, the idle man stands and watches

His eye-balls swing in sockets nearly hollow

Looks, smirking, as 7 pm quickens us a few notches

And down the horizon a running sun he follows

Dashing, crawling, cannot stop because the point

Constantly moves, leaving the broken in its wake

And pierces those that a second of rest appoint

And scoops around its face those who aren’t awake

We’ve slowly quickened our time to pandemonium

When at every success another one’s due

Responsible for pushing this constant pendulumn

Life is the longest thing you’ll ever do…

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