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Biological Clock

The rhythm of life alters,
as time moves by.
A biological clock
swings, pendulous.
Incredulous
at its pronouncement.
Tightly coiled,
hidden spring,
poised to ping
from its oiled,
bezeled instrument.
No digital display,
no flashing lights,
no tune to chime
just a plain blank face.
An analogue,
that shows no trace of rights
on the wind-up merchants
epilogue.