The Tidal Clock

Time is but a series of unfortunate events happening in rapid succession.
Ironically, in its haste, it dawdles with exquisite cruelty.
The tide waits for no one, yet here we are, waiting for the time to wash over us.

Ever wondered if clocks had tides? Perhaps the sands would measure time instead of sand,
as paradoxes drown in bottles of irony.

Listen to the stars, they echo the sound of time standing still.

Poetry of the absurd, written in the margins of reality,
fading like fog in the relentless sun of reason.

Speaking of paradoxes, have you met Delayed Reality? She's always a step behind, or is she ahead?

In the grand scheme of temporal fluctuations,
we are but fleeting echoes of a forgotten tide.