The Clock & The Wood

The clock ticks a bell

Ringing

Who am I?

.

The answering wood

Stuck in swirls

Gives age

Gender

Place in society

Hair color

Eye color

Legal name

.

But the clock

Thinking hard

Hour past

Rings

Questioning

Asking how that all corresponds

With who it really is

.

The wood

Thinks this is stupid

“This all names

And creates the image

Of who you are!”

He shouts

A stubborn airy symphony

.

“But there are thousands”

Of factory clocks

Just like me.

Does that mean,

I am no different from any of them?”

The wood knocked

.

A candid reply

With a response.

The wood looked

At the chips

And spider webs

That belonged only to itself

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