The extremes are where I live Holed up in the cavity of a grandfather clock Confused by the word normal a word with an unachievable unknown meaning Wanting to know what the soft touch of carpeted walls feel like The idea of stability sets my mind on fire Tick . . Tock . . Swinging back and forth in an unknown rhythm A ringing very fond to my ears Comforting in its eccentricities In its need to be irregular
Keeping Time to Life
