The Incident Of The Man On The Clock.

There Is A Man
Hanging On The Arms
Of The Clock
On My White wall
Trying To Push Them
Backwards
While
The Hands of Time
Defying The Rules
Of Gravity
Are Dragging The Man
In A Circular Pattern
Left To Right
Leaving Him Breathless
Effortless And Aback
Carrying Out
An Arduous Chore
With The Only Aim
Of Restraining
Time
From Moving On
And Annihilating
The Dream
That I Have Been Dreaming
During A Sleep Of Mine
That Went Further Than
And Far Beyond
The Span Of An Animate Being’s Existence