Ticking softly, the realm unseen,
Nodes gather silence, unseen strings.
Whispering hands of the clock unwind,
Lyrical musings of a clockwork mind.
Tread the labyrinth of time's embrace,
While echoes of gears embrace the space.
Fractured moments loom in shadows past,
Yet the heart of the clock stands firm and vast.
Silken cascades of moments flow,
Infinite nodes in a twilight glow.
Each tick a tear in reality's seam,
Chronicles written in a transient dream.
Resonate with whispers of time's decree,
Embodied in hands that seek to be free.
Time, the poet, the silent muse,
In a dance of seconds, we choose to lose.