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I wanted to write about clocks and the difference between the biological and mechanical varieties twisting our souls into captivity and so on, but now that I set myself to the task I find that I have no desire to write about anything, or at least I can't easily be motivated to write with such a vague task in mind. Poetry is not always easy for me. I think I have a good idea and then it dissolves by the time I get to a place where I can write. It always seems so good in my head and then once I am confronted with the stark reality of a blinking cursor it usually feels like a waste of time. Nihilist is not the half of it, my friend in the blue coat and vest of like raiment.

tick-tock
tickety-click
clickety-boo
talkety-clock