The melting clocks he knows so well
in that dry desert
Disintegrate.
Water floods the plains
and Memories lost.
Faces float away
like the faces of Clocks.
Everything jumbled,
and nothing as it should be.
Even his own Face is changing,
the familiarity swimming away like a Fish.
Only small pieces are left,
of Memories
once held dear.
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