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# The Clock Learns to Breathe

*(from the series: clockwork)*

The clock learns to breathe  
when no one is watching.  

Tick becomes pause,  
pause becomes something like mercy.

> Time behaves differently  
> when it is not observed.

I place my ear against the wall  
and hear minutes shedding their armor.  
They soften.  
They forget their duties.

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I was told time moves forward  
like an arrow,  
but arrows require aim  
and no one can explain  
who is holding the bow.

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**Some hours are blunt.**  
They bruise rather than cut.  
Others slip between ribs  
and leave no mark at all.

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| Hour | Weight |
|------|--------|
| Dawn | Light |
| Noon | Crushing |
| Night | Unmeasurable |

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If I could rename the seconds,  
I would call them *guesses*.

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tick
guess
guess
tick