tick tack
clicks the clock
the movement erases
footsteps imprinted in sand
sunshine washes rain
and oblivion takes a stand
furthermore and thus
close-by
everything grows
blooming
like creases near
my eyes
somewhere someone lies
thinking, imagining
forgiving
it might've been me
once
i discover the way
everything's moving clockwise
silencing, slicing pictures
i erase everyday
and let go
of the false, pretended truth
tick tack
i draw a new path
strengthening my heart
looking up
to the beauty
of life's perpetual clockwise movement
the same here
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