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It is twenty two o’clock in time Where days without numbers drop A pocket watch falls with broken hands Lost, out of sync with reality There where winds breath in shadows Consumed by the sun’s last light Taking secrets where they may go Into insanity where reason goes There in the middle of the round about In the town square where lines migrate Merge with the people at dance triangulated Where circular conversations turn south Taking in silence as the bells toll out It is dimensions in decline that matters It is shapes formed in the fabric of time Diminished in the hours bent on being Based on moments measured Eleventy two degrees below zero comes On the thermal cold words of the wise By design, twenty two o’clock persists Before noon, thinkers think twice, dim the lights On anyone thinking good thoughts It is never too late to die It was Novemberless at winters gate When the world changed direction Where space filled in previous mistakes with legs Replaced them with happiness at the table