That clock never ticked

although I love it so,

it never told time, no never told time

and it collected so much dust

looming down at me

disapprovingly

that I believed it did seem to say

I am real, IamIamIamIamIamIam

real as time is time is real

real as any other human being,

and it really was: walking, talking, breathing

down at me, dustily,

but it never did

tick, that clock.