Second Hand
Winding the hours springs
around the mind's coils,
force of astral essence
gripping and colliding with time's dimensions,
flashback feelings curled into a box,
cerebrally charge with psychic focus
until dawn is on replay, second hand held at bay,
life confused, but at one's command,
having a smile from being the only one
who knows what will happened next.
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