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Brimelow

Tock. Tick.

Tock. Tick.

You’re out of time

Slipping in the conduction of

another orchestrated descent into the pit

Synching in composition of

roof raised by the melody of memory

Tock. Tick.

You’re out of tune

Searching for the cadence of

echoes deeply discorded within waves

Seeking a consonance to

sound pleasant in present harmony

Tock. Tick.

You’re out of tone

Smiling back in concert with the

arrangement you know how to play

Singing a Capella in search

of sympathy for your symphony

I wonder if life would be more interesting if time was mime

What would your rhythm be if it didn’t know how to fit in?

Maybe we shouldn’t keep time at all

Tick. Tock.

You’re back in time