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Sundial

Harpoon rays melt from the sun,
A fiery furnace in the sky;
A shadow rounds the sundial,
the nonexistent hand tells the time;
It has circled into the abyss,
A vision portrayed and betrayed,
The mind is caught in a whirlpool
of time.

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