Ah, to be held in that other clock’s time
where seconds tock in an unfamiliar tick
and ones gaze is held in a white light sublime
where minutes are shattered while time joyously clicks
and one rushes to take pause in the poetic rhyme
where hours pulse into a narrative so quick
Ah yes, to be held in that other clock’s time.
Oh, what I wish I could remember when the mind is stretched to where the body isn’t.
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