It is late in the night.

I should be asleep. 

The ticking of the hands of the clock

sound like music to me.

 

They move in an off-beat rhythm—

as I now percieve—

all of them move in various intervals

and are moving in different speeds.

 

I enjoy the sense of the beats

that the ticking of the clock is producing.

My body is dancing 

as the beats repeat.

 

It wards away my fear

of the eerie silence of the night

because of its sound

and helps me to fight

against being scared

and prevents it from becoming profound.

Tick Tock

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