Inspired By S Dali Painting the Persistence of Memory

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Big white clock is bored
With the uniformity of time
Flowing unnoticeably every day
Always the same tedious way
The clock has been sitting there 
From the dawn of the time 
Meticulously marking steps of
Hours minutes, and seconds 
Till it could no longer bear
The meaningless existence
Of being a humdrum machine
One day the clock decided to try 
Something a little bit different 
A tiny experiment of stretching
Its' frame to right which resulted 
In arrow of seconds slowing down
Then bending sharp to the left
The arrow of minutes jumped up
Clock excitedly slid down fast
Speeding up hourly flow of time
Then lazily went back to primal
Initial smooth fixed steady pace
Bringing time flow back to 
Normal rhythm of the day

But now the clock felt inspired
So it tried to wrinkle the frame
Excitedly flipping upside down 
Which resulted in unexpected flow 
Of time acquiring velocity of its own 
Detaching itself from the constant
Existence of space and swiftly 
Rolling down the edge of a cliff
Clock fell into the dark precipice
Opening the heavy infinity doors 
Where the clock hasn’t been before
In the pitch darkness it felt lost
Trying to catch the evading time
With the arrows arms like spread 
Flapping through empty space 
But time was evading the clock
Excited and free it mischievously 
Played spellbound hide and seek
With the desperate clumsy clock
Which felt confused and scared
The world felt hopelessly lost
For the lonely terrified clock

The clock could no longer grasp
The wholesome consistency of time 
Which was racing in its own speed
In infinite universe so the clock 
Had to find out the way to catch
The time and make it uniform again
Feeling guilty of such a foolish attempt
To test things that should not have
Been controlled and questioned
Deeply repenting crooked clock
Tried to get back to its original form
Restoring smooth round shape
Straightening three bent black arrows 
Tuning seconds minutes and hours
Recovering the consistency of time
That always flies by in the same 
Monotonous predictable way
The clock swore never to 
Experiment ever again 
Being just a humble guardian 
Of time instead of 
Trying to manipulate it

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