Ever-cogless

I’ve time to kill, but what shall be my weapon? With my bare hands, I can fool time, turn back the clocks, break the watches, but time lives on without its cogs, without the sixty-pointed hands – three hands that bear but a finger a piece – and even with my ten mighty digits I cannot break the ever-counting face; forever advancing, my breath held, advancing, my teeth clenched, advancing, my fists locked in, my eyes screwed shut, tick-tock tick-tock