Missing years

Put out more clocks and let the hours chime.
A timepiece is much more than ornament—
No chance to cheat the waste of toxic time.

The hands rotate in pre-determined mime,
Metropolis insistent, driving, adamant.
Put out more clocks and let the hours chime.

Count down the treads of stairs we had to climb
To stay within our temporal tenement.
No chance to cheat the waste of toxic time.

The windows on our world are caked with grime;
With curtains drawn we need the measurement.
Put out more clocks and let the hours chime.

The clockwork is a cruel paradigm.
The pendulum mocks our predicament:
No chance to cheat the waste of toxic time.

For God-geometer the game's sublime:
The no-dice rules he made have meant
No chance to cheat the waste of toxic time.
Put out more clocks. And let the hours chime.