Beneath the Tower, a Clock

Time rolls painfully by
As around us
Faces change
and change
and change.
Our experience of the world
Will never be the same
After the next moment,
And we struggle
To come to terms with
This change.
Things appear as they were
in our minds
And as they are
in our eyes,
All while we drift constantly
Through space.

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