The clock ticks slowly on the bedroom wall;
There's nothing else to see or hear but that.
The seconds stretch; the moment seems to stall
Between each tick, for me to wonder at
The density of time, how much a second teems
With endless possibilities and dreams
That in another second will be sent
Flying from my head, to be replaced
With equally fantastic thoughts. I went
Insane one moment, which was then erased
And turned again to sanity within
The timing of a tick. I linger on
Within the moments, where I've always been
And where I shall remain until I'm gone.
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