Ticking Clock
I am under the sound of a ticking clock
An awesome sound that compiles over some time
I live under the noise of the clock’s tick tock
A noise only heard by the strange and sublime
Like two hands intertwined as one top unit
Feelings of love aligned, not a broken fit
Never do we hear the ticking of the clock
And think of chaos and a disruptive tock
Russell Sivey
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