When time drips slowly, like molasses
and each tic of the clock
strikes louder - for there is no silence -
the world is coated in clarity
thick and heavy, like tree sap
These moments are the noisiest
every ruffle, every strange voice, every tweet
belongs, makes sense, has a meaning
they mingle with my endless thoughts, harmonizing
together, the spontaneous quartet performs a cappella
a honey-throated song, to which my soul plays bass
This, but a wink in time
crystalized,
a tiny speck
encapsulated,
in amber glass
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