A Voice

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The clock on the left

beats in time

to my own heart


I watch its small hand

tick as my heart

pounds

echoes

pumping blood

throughout my body


A dull tone echoes out

the bell tone once again


The tassels rustle

upon my garments

as I brace myself

for the resonance


Suddenly, a voice

the sound of a calm river

appears at my ear

and whispers:


"Wake and escape, little bird."


The clock on the right

ticks loudly

the volume increasing

an ominous tone


thump


thump

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