Clickety clack

Tired. I’m so tired.

Here in the muck and mire.

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I want to feel –

peel –

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back to a time when there were no words.

Back to a moment when nothing was absurd.

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My body shivers from the late spring night air.

Coupled with the dew clinging to my skin makes quite the pair.

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I close my tear filled eyes.

Nature has fallen asleep. Nothing to wish me goodbye.

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What sound to my ears?

The low distant warning, telling all to fear.

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Fear? No, sadness. Lonesome – maybe.

Haunting, absolutely. Beautiful, agree.

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I remove my shoes. The earth is cold and damp between my toes.

Feelings that have nothing to do with my built environment grow.

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That sound fills my ears.

Beautiful, haunting. Please come near.

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Anticipation with each passing minute.

I feel (through my body) your vibration. My emotions pivot.

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There you are. Tears stream down my face.

I have no desire to keep with your pace.

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Thrill me.

Fill me.

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With something other than this.

Something I will not miss.

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Your sound drowns out all thought.

Screams to my lungs you brought.

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I scream, cry, and shout into the night.

Clickety clack. You match my screams with your mechanical might.

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I feel the strength of your raging vibration through the ground.

Come on! No one is around.

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Drown me out to a point of none existence.

Clickety clack. In an instant.

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Faster and faster you shrill into the night.

Faster and faster your haunting cry makes me right.

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Exhausted from my trials.

There is nothing left of me but a pile.

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I cling to this tree for stability.

Having expressed all my inabilities.

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You are pulling me down with you.

I’m not ready yet. I’m not through.

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This tree will be my life line.

I need it to bine,

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my soul to my frame.

Me, you will not claim.

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My emotions are yours.

My heart I did pour.

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Clickety clack; 30 minutes, your length is impressive.

30 minutes, not one bit excessive.

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All of my emotions I have laid out on your tracks.

Clickety clack, I don’t want them back.

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But this will happen again, you and I.

For this world is destined to make me cry.

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You don’t care.

You mask my sorrow, so I can share.

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With the night, your wind, your haunting desire.

I think I’ll just lay here, there is no fire.

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I’m empty, tired, sleep I require.

In the distance I hear your lonesome cry. I smile. Soon my friend, you are singing to the choir.