inside the clock tower

behind the perfect
circle of his face
i am reduced

and through his eyes
i condescend
to gaze upon

the vital city
smaller still than i
but more alive

this does not matter
does not modify
the work that i must do

his face is blemished
only i can rectify
this indignity

his noble surface
shall be whole again
while i diminish

descend and
leaving him to reign

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