Above the Shoulders

Like the hands on a clock

…move

Like the wind in September

…blows

 

My mind is systematic, yet

it can flow freely like a fluid dream

 

Like a bowl of dust

seeping into crisp air

Inceptions fill the void

 

That’s the way I tick

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