

alarm ---- mouseyour minute hand, turns to a whisker at the strike of dawn fur on your undercarriagealarm ---- mouse
your glowing digital face turn to to reflective eyes.
//staring, watching,
i cry
in the pale grey light i turn you over, your teets are cogs
//they turn endlessly
you squeak
the h o u r every h o u r on the h o u r
i die
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