Mind ticking madness tortures me with clocks that are dead but keep the time
My mouth opens and moans with edge the sound of crisis and deepest need a rhyme saying,
"Keep thinking little one, until the ticking is done. It is then you may rest your head and so yawn off to sleep and dreams in your bed."
But now the agitator calls again, stirring the pots and battery of energy, making it new to be used
Let's let it up and swirl, kerima, like friends playing chicken in the deep end of a pool. Only this pool is not of water. This pool is a memory of the night you came to me, the night when you didn't turn away, didn't close your eyes in disgust at the sight of me. Here! Look, will you?: I am gone, but my words remain strong for you, covering you like a velvet cloak. Promise me you will wait for the ticking to stop before you go.