My age ticks to a clock I wish would unwind…..slow time. Stop.
I’d rather share my time with the world & sea reflections of my strength rippling like unpredictable waves.
These hands are Biological. (And)
My age tocks my time I wish would stop….preserve time. Unwind.
This body dials to hardware. (And)
I’d rather cohabit & seek roots under the hands of earths dirt and emerge a womb time passes on.
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