the hour is slowly dragging its feet behind the second hand and gravity’s magnetism is and was and will be pulling the hands clockwise to a-tick- tick-ticking
the cars going by outside on the interstate forever north, forever south, through the perpetual seasons changing color, the cars a-whir-whir-whirring
and the faucet coming from the endless sea and eternal waves, the fish there no one ever sees, my bathroom faucet a-drip-drip-dripping
who cares it is an everyday occasion
that moves steadily forward that mocks my dying.