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Clockwork

I don’t know who I will be
By the time they have read my eulogy
“Gee” they’ll say
“I can’t believe he’s gone”
And even after the feelings dawn
There’s not much to do but
Deal and mourn

Save all the grief for the reaper
So you have thoughts left to play in
When perception suffers disintegration  

I perceive my feat in concrete
And drown for a better belief

I concede to weave a patchwork persona
Spellbound by radio frequencies
Undying ability to drone their sound out
So badly and so frequently

I contrive to weave a clockwork man
To (Like clockwork) keep me up to speed with things
Written by Alastair (Alas...a tear)
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