Time after Time

You picture me too far ahead so you say, go slow, but then I fall behind.

The second hand unwinds…

Time after time

Music and poetry coil together, making love or art, or some magical combination of the two, before they burrow inside you to teach you things you’ll never really know.

Secrets are stolen from deep inside

And the drum beats

Out of time…

Time after time

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