The After

As I close my eyes
to free myself from the suffering
of the external world
everything stops except
for the sound that
we don’t hear during the day,
the tick tock,
The one that follows another, tick tock
I can hear it again,
again, again and again
it never stops
for it’s the life of the clock
like the soul of a hollow body
life continues, as the needle moves
away from its past
tick tock, tick tock, tick to-

-Kaya

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