We Tend to Sleep Better When the Clock Is Wound
--Todd Boss 
than we do
when it’s all  
wound down.
I don’t know  
why we settle
to the sound.  
the regular  
click and chime
of passing time,  
like water, turns
a water wheel  
that turns a gear
that turns a stone  
that turns upon
another stone  
and fine
and finer in between  
our dreams like grain
are ground.

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