There is a chronometer
in my heart
a metallic bauble
depicting the ticks & the tocks
of my life’s moments
glimpses of my fleeting fantasies
Like a puppet duckling
I dance & waddle
at the movements of this chronometer
writing songs throughout
& all the way
through it
before I normalize
into my natural self
who is not a puppet duckling
but a human.
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