(To my teacher and friend - Arooj Yaswi)
My clock
had a panic attack
It woke
up
With an
alarm
Hands
breathlessly ticking
Trembling
Counting
Holy
numbers
Six
Twelve
and nine
Time is a
nightmare
It reads
me
Ticking
at all time
Like an
orphaned child
Afraid of
the dark night
I held my
clock gently
In my blind
palms
Snooze it
off to sleep
Meanwhile
time ticks me
Out of my
bed
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