The Clock

The damned clock Rings in my sleeping ear Reminding me with its shrill beats That time factory derived chimes Away the now distant land of Zaatari At night fall My heart comes alive Creeps out of its self-imposed shell To enter the land of Zantari The every day waking world But a shadow on the moon In the land of Zantari All is as it should be A mere image to see In the mechanical second We call reality