Time Flies Like a Thrown Clock

Time flies like a thrown clock:
Swift. Then bloody.
Time stands still like the eye of a storm:
Calmly pulling strings.
Time turns back like a rotating door:
Only to move forward.
Time fades away like light to the blind:
In perception alone.

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