Here I sit, like another man's memory of a quarter hour of rest. Passed-over, poltergeist. Tell no one you saw me and I'll just leave. Go now.

Here I sit, eyeing the dry grasses, striking steel on stone in rememberance of flame. Here I am, the man in the clock's tower, oiling the gears, deafened by bells. Go now.

Days I sleep, gears grind around me. Tell no one you saw me at all, go on. Go tell the minister I've gone. Go now.