The End Leads to the Yellow Dotted Line
The bell rings
A molten rush of color
As specks rush towards
the yellow dotted line
And rules,
painted chalk white
I look back and can't quite tell
The time
Have the clocks gone crazy
or is it simply me again?
Each moment is
A private infinity
A tiny cage, barbed wire
Scratching with bleeding hands
Until we can see the sky once again
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