2nd Fugue

Falling Asleep

tic

toc

tic

toc

tic

are there patterns in the

toc

tic

toc

toc

or voices in the

Tic.

Toc.

Tic.

Toc.

or footsteps between the 

tics.

And tocs.

And tics.

And tocs.

Or a message, surely,

tIc

a message,

toC

somewhere in there.

tIc

Surely.

tOc.

There’s nothing there.

Tic.

Toc.

Sleep.

tic

toc

And stop

tic

projecting your sorrows onto the 

tic

and the

toc

of a lonely clock.

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Saturday, April 25th, 2009 at 9:00 pm
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