Eternal Melt

In the realm of time, where moments slip away, A clock stands tall, its form in disarray. Melting like wax, its beauty fades, As fragments fall, like memories, in shades. The Roman numerals, a testament to the past, Stand firm, while the hands move fast. In this surreal landscape, where earth and sky entwine, The clock's decay speaks to the transience of time. Like sand between fingers, moments lost, The clock's melting form, a reminder of what's the cost. Of chasing time, and holding on too tight, For in its melting, we see the beauty of the night. A fleeting moment, a memory to hold, A symbol of the impermanence we're told. In this artwork, a reflection of our own decay, A reminder to cherish every moment, come what may.