at his
work bench, repairing
the dials
and hands,
the machinery of
these boxes,
reworking
their inner life,
even he can't explain
the passage
of time.
the movement of seconds
into minutes,
the bells, the chimes,
the bird
on a plank
at each new hour
crowing loudly.
even he is baffled
by it all.
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