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Closed top covered dial
Nothing else
White disc divided in minutes
Unless it be in seconds

60 black dots, no figure
One hand on six
Finest of fine black dots
It advances by six dots

Slow tick
It leaps from dot to dot
With so lightning a leap
That but for its new position
It had not stirred

Whole life went down
And neither a fraction of a second
Or any intermediary lapse of time has occurred
Before its finger slipped from one degree to the next

Long at any moment over-leaping
In all fairness be assessed
Next we discover the coinking beast
Having discovered after its fashion
Assuming the history of plum
The first quarter of its latest power