Whilst the snake sheds it’s skin
Leaves crumble and crack
Whilst the bear comatoses
A cloud becomes quiet

Seconds are endlessly fleeting
Slipping from grasp like grease
Illusion fuels the engine of time
The clock tower has fallen

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