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The cogs screech from the clock. Calendar entries hit terminal velocity. The mantelpiece cracks and decays. Alive in lost living, dreaming life away. The crude tally on the kitchen walls, A barometer of missed encounters. The whistle through the window Which ripples through the curtain. The tap of water from the sink Makes me feel uncertain. The world is utter chaos Until you bring me peace. The friction of a page turning As you smile to yourself Even the clock is unwinding After a series of sudden judders Each tick of the minute hand Longer than the last. One minute of stillness triumphs A year of overwhelming noise. The chrysalism of your company Is worth a hundred years of thunder. And through all this I anger fast Because you leave me still.
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 5:24 AM UTC
The Stillness
The cogs screech from the clock. Calendar entries hit terminal velocity. The mantelpiece cracks and decays. Alive in lost living, dreaming life away. The crude tally on the kitchen walls, A barometer of missed encounters. The whistle through the window Which ripples through the curtain. The tap of water from the sink Makes me feel uncertain. The world is utter chaos Until you bring me peace. The friction of a page turning As you smile to yourself Even the clock is unwinding After a series of sudden judders Each tick of the minute hand Longer than the last. One minute of stillness triumphs A year of overwhelming noise. The chrysalism of your company Is worth a hundred years of thunder. And through all this I anger fast Because you leave me still.
zacolian
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 5:24 AM UTC
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