Dead Seconds

millions of millions of dead seconds,
heaped like leaves beneath the punch-clock,
spilled, poured, discarded carelessly
and purposely;
and still, piling higher with the passing
of each afternoon,
more visible every day, and still,
no-one will bother
to save them.

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