Sometimes I turn my wrist to look at
A watch that isn't there. It's generally
The one I had for a while when I was eleven:
Complicated, with a dark rectangular face
And made by my grandfather to amuse himself.
Whenever it was set it would run very slightly fast
Until it was running five minutes ahead of the hour
Then, a different set of cogs taking over,
It remained five minutes ahead of the correct time.
You could cheat, of course, by setting it back
And letting it catch up but that missed the joke
Entirely.
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