The clock ticks with his voice
Nothing is said, but he calls us
Outside of time, the virtual aristocracy opines
Within time and above it, according to mumbles within armchairs
These are the kinds of games nintendo can’t fathom
And as the clock ticks, I hear little feet offer their cadence above
Little animals playing in his zoo
All will wither and fade as the food they consume
Some will be deified and—hopefully—become zookeepers
I hear them dropping thingamabobs on the firmament above, as the clock ticks with his voice
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