-- Time/ the answer to "this" riddle --

...you remain only the shell of a taker, cracked and desolate. The constant interloper, you are. Your hands -like those of a clock- are always pointed in some direction, at some angry angle (or do I mean angel?). You so often putrefy the histories and futures of your inferiors, which is to say most things. You are an age old chef as you bathe us, wrinkle us away, in the broths of your stews and soups. You tic and you toc -you are a musician. So, while you've been here as long as anything has, even you -yes even the constant interloper, the forever interruption, the gavel that falls upon the desk- will whither and cry under your own cracked, hollow governance.