every beat

 

I miss clocks that tick.

that demark each second.

that chime the 1/4 hours.

that whirl, spin,

spit out the time

in harmony

sweet melody.

Now clocks

are red eyed monsters

that shine time

like a searchlight

into your fog

of sleep

no tick to remind  you

that time passes

only calculated

numbers

fixed in

a technological

space-time continuum

that hums silently.

I want time

that resounds

it’s triumph over

every second

time

that my heart can

beat with

not against.

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