Latent clocks forge their fraudulent time
by Chloe Lubinska
But still their rigid works spin
Like when an ember envisages it's stage
Realising one's life that lays slim
A synchronised beat
Cradling a death
Blood that drips, thick and thin
Constant throughout our own awareness
Hence our perception frozen to a bias angle
We dare to peek down
Can one emit?
As their consecutive ribbons
Descend on deceit they commit.