The child sits by the stone cold Alter, too young to faithfully understand. He sites with a friend of many ages, as old as time. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
A lone sailor shivers. He is the last. Food is plentiful. Water barrels full. King about to take queen. Glad to be at peace, no tears. Mary Celeste's fog snuffs him. Time runs out.
A man in love with the world hangs with nails. Why, he loves every one here. They hate him. Why, they are told to. He feels love. Eli Eli lama sabachthani. A thorn in the side.
The old woman bends down, nothing today, no comfort from the whimper from the wind. He stopped long ago. A single potage. She is glad for it.
The watch will continue to Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. people live in every second apart from this one. Live for tomorrow, die for your past. Never become Nemoed in today world. Very few will discover you.
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