The Clustering Illusion

"The Clustering Illusion"

the clock must be the culprit
'cause the hands of time are bloody
facing all directions
we are trapped in its trajectory
like a beautifully articulated
rendezvous with death
measured not by where the hands will stop
but where the hands will stop us

no one lives with certainty
and chance does not mature
time does not accumulate
results to form a curve
we are only numbers
waiting for the croupier
to spin the cylinder and put
the bullet in its place
and watch the roulette spin until
it's spitting in our face

we set our clocks and sit and watch them
dominate our lives
they are only needles stitching digits
in our eyes but
we are helpless to elude them as they
quantify the time
it takes to grow from being full of life
to desperate to die.
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I wish I could stop writing about this.
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