Can you guess if the poetry sample was written by a person?

then quivered out of decimals
into degreeless noon
it will not stir for doctors,
this pendulum of snow
the shopman importunes it,
while cool, concernless no
nods from the gilded pointers,
nods from the seconds slim,
decades of arrogance between
the dial life and him
charlotte brontes grave
all overgrown by cunning moss,