Over the Oceans I do sway.
Into bodies I promote decay.
In the clocks they track me.
Under thermodynamic guises, I cool tea.
Outside of nothing apparent.
Out of typical logic transparent.
On a bad day I am slow.
Off duties, forget me and go.
By and by they curse my name.
For I am a force they’ll never tame.
Prompt: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/05/11/w3-prompt-2-weave-written-weekly/
Brigid Faye, Reader 
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