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The clock ticks with 
broken and discordant rhythm 
while the ebb and flow 
of human tides continue unabated. 
Stamping feet on broken floors 
and soil disturbed with 
a background hum of 
voices and screams. 
No, one beat can be 
distinguished from the multitude 
of echoes and gongs jostling 
at hearing and mind. 
The shuffling robots continue 
on the long road to meaning and 
uncomfortably watching time 
pass and vanish. 
With each tick 
more life lost and 
familiarly dying 
with beaten regularity.

Beats for the disenchanted