Why sixty seconds in minute.
Why sixty minutes in an hour.
Why are autumn leaves on the floor,
When we haven’t seen them shower.
Isn’t sixty the common number?
In time and space itself?
No it seems to not be.
365 on the year’s shelf.
Then look at an analouge right now,
See that there’s twelve on every round.
Look at the way the years link in a circle,
But we are yet never bound.
A circle is a meaningful thing,
It hopes to bring us together every day.
Yet actually as the seconds churn on,
We start to break away.