Tick tock bitch,
relentless dominatrix
looming overhead;
hanging heavy,
shackling wrists,
striking out eternity
with whip-cracks of doom.
Indifferent infinity deals,
pushing pleasure and pain
to hapless addicts;
losing, wasting, running out,
seeking second chances
in frantic rhythms
of futile desperation.
Chivvied pawns play for more,
taken in passing,
or treading quicksand
in the only game around;
born to fall in reckless chase,
gored by minutes and hours
in the running of the clocks.
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