I see the clock spiraling, spinning
An eye of time, since beginning
It wavers undauntingly
Flowing nonchalantly
Forces it's victims into
Submissive Catastrophe
Forging an absurdity
A perplexing entropy
Dazed in the speed but the slowness of time
A immeasurable mystery, divine and sublime
It sends it's surges from the plane of existence
To a barrier of nothing with no simple resistance
No one can know how to stop or start
This indescribable something of elder's depart
No one word of any language or tongue
Even that of clocks
Can withhold the illogicality
Of time's paradox