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This poem was first published on 3/14/18 at 10:34pm in Slack Channel #listen

The poem
the ticking of the clock reverberates everywhere

do you hear it?

it imprisons us.

assaults us.

the crashing of the hourglass sands raining cacophony all around us.

the humming omnipresence,

given form in the turning of the cogs,

in the pulsing of your wrist.

i can feel it.

the clock you carry.

the surging, the throbbing.

the maelstrom just below your delicate, ineffectual casing

listen.

above.

the sounds of heavy boots in the dirt.

the come for us.

time is kept in their march.

the swelling of the soft dirt displaced by boots,

the flattening of the life below.

each step, each pulse, each tick

shepard us toward our horizon.

we are powerless to stop it.

we are powerless in all things.

we may only listen.

come.

Interpretations
This poem seems to allude to time pressing forward, leading us all to the inevitable Death. --Professor Kramer-Sarrett

* Note to professors: interpretations are entirely yours, please feel free to agree/disagree here!