Sounds of beating cicadas singing the day
Hammering out song brashly bright
Lying awake listening to warm rain
These machines tapping insistent patterns
Mechanical toy chattering madly until
Slowing. Lazily. Grinding. Halting
Clattering hooves of horse drawn hearse
Pulling their load into quiet distance
Final rewinding of internal clock
Gentle, with care, of old mechanism
Counting our life's minutes seconds
Dying away. Final clicks. Slowly
Double desynchronising momentum
Profound phasing in and out
Single heart beating life
Alone
Ceases
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