More Than Moments
You cannot mask the madness
you carry like a clock,
wear like a watch.
In dim-lit rooms it casts
an untimely shadow
larger than your own.
It speaks when not spoken to,
listens only long enough
to know when to interrupt
thought,
feeling,
more than moments,
but in fact the very ticking
of collective time forced out of time
across a life without rhythm.
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