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The clock hands overreach

The moment changes

I am a broken thing am I

Out-of-sequence sunsets

Darkness summons double-agents

Surrounded on all sides

I cry. I curse. I crawl.

But

I continue. I channel. I conduct.

Silver friends mist, what is your face

I am not alone am I

Bless you music

Always by my side

Louder. Faster. Jubilant.

Verse chorus verse shields me

Melody steadies me

Rhythm propels me

I am a glorious motion am I

-Thomas Typewriter