Clocks are rotating wheels, Turning an axle, Grinding, A linear gearbox trapped within a black house. They are portals to another world. A thin rope tied to a thick rope tied to itself infinitely. Parabolic gearboxes trapped within an continuously expanding universe. Time dilation is controlled by slipping cogwheels. Swimming with open water in all directions. Drowning in prayers written in blood. A prayer written in time-devouring snakes with human eyes. A thread connecting all living human eyes. A clockface is a kaleidoscope of holy stakes. A Timeship is powered by an exponential gearbox. A sky of exploding stars. A clock is God disproving the existence of God. Interconnected wheels rotating in six dimensions. Twenty-four gears and a ticking hour-hand. Try to imagine a clock that ticks one second for every rotation of the Sun. Try to imagine a clock that ticks forty-six times every time it ticks every second time for every rotation of the Earth. It's impossible! Zip! Whoosh! Bang! Almost as if the thought was automatically dissected straight away out of your mind. A bolthead of holy stakes tied to the existence of a docked Timeship to another world. A kaleidoscope of blood written in twelve numbers. A time-devouring prayer connecting a sky of twenty-four gears and open human eyes in all directions. A clock is a breathing gearbox. Breathing boltheads. Breathing portals. Breathing snakes. Breathing God. Breathing blood. Breathing holy stakes. Breathing human eyes. Breathing time. Breathing prayer. Breathing sky. Breathing wheel.