Bending down
The old and the young
Picking up the pieces
Of a broken clock face

And a mirror
That’s frosted
With the winters
Of discontent
And summers of us

Watched and watching
Holding tight
To the reins on a child
And a prancing pony
Bolting at your hubris

Idly turning the ringlet
Through fingers
That won’t stay still
That trace an outline
Fading into grey

Pacing back and forth
On a pedestal
Facing south and north
And we fall for us
Over and over again

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