Year's end...
This preparation for the new year,
But it seems that our clocks have all but stopped.
We all seem stuck at one second to midnight
Hands are raised ...
the great pendulum swinging
Only our cogs are all quiet inside
And the bells from earlier hours...
have been forgotten
What has caused this long pause?
this never ending interim
Were we wound to tight?
and our springs sprung
Are we Broken?
Let us look up to the sky
And see that it is time
End Transmission
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