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Time, the burden of consciousness

The breath of one second to the rattle, eternal

Execute, from the hip to its mate

While the piper sings, the lemmings our fate

Paying it forward is our victimless crime

When the clock it strikes midnight, the pipes do chime

Reverent, respect, we spit at our corpse

In confusion, our wavering, our psyche

Time, ticking, the hands of our years

Chiming, measured out with faith and with fear

We cower, we tower, we weigh, we abuse

The time beats, cardiac betrayed by our own muse

The staff, we lean, in pieces it lies

Like the promise of hope, and the inception of lies

In the mirror, the reflection, subjectivity, rots

The far and the few, space and time knots

In directions we originate, spectral it dies

Organs with organs, harmonious lies

The future our course, our past is our shame

Just before dawn, we are broken and lame

Scraping the curds from the bottom of the bowl

The bowels, the platter, now gangrene, now mold

As if it would shine, as if it would care

Whether or not, our love our despair