red watches gleam
time neither rushed nor slowed
simply
moves
with the eye of the beholder
i’m told things run too deeply
myself included
my veins encapsulate my body, chilled
clocks rush forward on the inside
amid the darkest hour, a mind of clockwork dictates the shallow are free
they pass by me
matter from matter
energy from energy
i feel exposed by the ringing at noon
everything hits deeply
my ribs emulate
the skeleton of a man hunched deeply
is it better
to let go, let seconds persuade me
or feel the rush
pull me forward
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