The Hour

the hour stood but few moving molecules
the feeble footsteps pattering incessantly
the songs whined the notes of ridicules
the machine chattered profusedly

the hour crawled and stood alternately
the feeble footsteps had since left
the heart floundered restlessly
the songs toiled on with lyrics theft-ed

the hour no longer stood but crawled
the lights never flickered as wished
the drones were out and birds chirped
the curling lips' muscles mostly twitched

the hour was about to reach an effing end
the singing stopped before that serene end
the mutterings were long since un-uttered
the hour It stood and died;- It chimed

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