my watch stopped a long time ago.
at first, i thought it only paused
for a moment. but after a while,
i realised it was over, even despite
my pathetic attempts at resuscitation.
the only thing left was to take care
of its wretched remains. nothing,
not even the ultimate clockwork,
lasts forever. if only i could stop
pretending to be a watchmaker
who caught the time.
hidden pilcrow 