The clock was the energy in the poles' attract of time disfigured, the hum in it balling around its hived suspension up to that air, the weathair, within what wind we wind with, tumbling, turning together like pebbles in a babbling of brook across cracks and other creeks of things which have pooled together as schools caging coral, the fossilized, our rungs above the other side from above by below we come into on top around the edge towards a tip which points off into this distance of a center glowing its light and fire, with life eternal exit external out about the open arms of existence, the kernel.