time ticks into a change
rearranged but the same
little hand, big hand
pointed skyward at twelve
like a cliff-diver with both
hands up together, poised
to jump over the edge
second-hand anticipation
relentless movement forward.
the stalker, the cause of this
anxiousness
knees buckling, toes clenching
onto the rock ledge, abs tight,
one big breath, legs springing
the body up and out, into the
plunge
new hour, new day, new year
rearranged but the same
(Image on reddit.com)
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