five and mad

May 17, 2013 § Leave a comment

I stare at the clock –

it is fucking 5 AM.

Hitting itself,

noisy.

 

And I’ve got nowhere to go

I hear no thoughts

and bear no light

but it’s still so dark outside.

 

Come to think

it is not I who stares at the clock

it is the clock watching me

and it never judges

although everything it sees

every second be.

 

It channels me –

wakes me up,

puts me to sleep.

Although it’s never so simple.

 

-key

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