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Rush Hour

I clock in my own breath, Minutes stack like folding chairs. My limbs queue for permission, Time herds me through its turnstiles. We all wear the same silence— Pressed suits, creased with wanting.

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 5/6/2025 1:05:00 PM

Aaliyah, another poet here told me to check out some of your work. This poem makes me think of that time of day as quite depersonalizing. I hope you're not victimized by this feeling to often...Smiles!!

Aaliyah O'Neil
Date: 5/10/2025 9:55:00 AM

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work—I'm honoured that another poet recommended it to you. I really appreciate your thoughtful reflection; that time of day can certainly feel quite depersonalising. Thankfully, writing helps me process those feelings rather than be overwhelmed by them. I'm grateful for your kind words and the smile.