I found this bit of prose recorded in a bedside notebook of mine.
Time is not a tick-tock. It is like a river - gentle or rapid it's pace is a whoosh or a rumble. a burble or a roar, a hum... time is taught from birth as nothing more than a tick-tock, a blink-blink, a tap-tap at a constant rate, impulsive, consistent. Time passes in silence with mind shattering crash after crash - as the clockwork interrups nature's flow with omnidirectional shockwaves of sructure. Stop Go Stop Go intermittant tasks are measured in the turning of a gear. Time has been bottled up, refined, forified and sold to humanity to be used one drop at a time -- the river tamed by the superiority of mankind. The roar, the rush, the trickle nothing but a Drip, Drip, Drip...