Ticktock thoughts

This isn't really a new one, but I felt the need to put it up.

Shapes within shapes always moving, every one connected with every other through motion. Gears formed of circles, squares, triangles, hexagons and greater complexities spun, their cogs interlaced to share kinetic energy with one another. Some combined and built upon each others’ influence, working to output it to yet others which would diffuse that motion into further divisions until tiny gears moved barely fast enough to be discernable, fighting the air itself to turn.
A clock of unknown complexity, built millennia ago but still alive. Its hands and face were lost and forgotten, pointless within the new machine it had become. There was no time any more; only movement. Movement of infinite divisions and directions marching on past the end of eternity without the slightest pause. To the machine, eternity held no more meaning than a year or an hour. It would move through one just as it moved through the other, wasting no effort on marking each increment as it passed. There was no purpose served in marking a point on the great gears only to mark it again each time it came around. How far can one count to infinity before the numbers finally lose their meaning and are discarded as the gears move onward? How far had the machine counted before it forgot what it was counting or why? Before it finally forgot even to count, and all that remained was to continue on as it had, ever-moving?