Locked
To the arm
On the secondhand
Of the clock

In my breath
I count the seconds
Bouncing from me
Off the block

Their noises
Never stop
Bleed Together
Like a sop

My thoughts
Are Never-ending
Reviewing
And Re-proving

Its my brain
They do rock
Till me
From the secondhand
They Unlock

Deronda Monk (©) 2011

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