Chapter Fifty Seven: The Poem of the Physical Clock

The hypothesis peeks into the darkness,

Curiosity arose, such happiness!

They well found a way things to satisfy,

What some people cannot even glorify.

A clock, a fantasy, we have seen them twins,

Together they told the time, it clings,

Oh, what can be told even in sublime!

Such a marvelous duty to hold in time.

As the hands work its way around,

A science's measure in reading the time.

What a speed, what was foretold,

Fantasies that they've seen on road.

Physics denied, fantasies confirmed,

A lot of death is so it seems.

The Physical Clock, a Time Machine,

They both discuss what it really means.

Travellers, beware! Such a trick to stare!

Something is wrong it was made to tell,

As science became impossible to rein,

So shall several fantasies proclaim!

Silence remained as troubles emerge,

Behold the time-people seek to repair!

Realms unfold, several realities curate,

A vision of cruel so painful to dwell!

Beneath the powers, is more a mystery,

Time will tell that fantasies cradled,

The way is broken, everything's into death,

All who are summoned painfully detest!

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