Cardboard Box

Spin one more time
hair flicks, orbiting…
slow motion 
like a slice in time
life goes on
tick, tick, seconds pass
like a metronome 
counting the beat
absorbed in the essence of the music
drowning ears in creation
eyes sparkle
a break
from work
the busyness of life
still there
pushed back under a cloak
like a cardboard box
skidded over weathered floorboards
that are this mind
young, yet experienced 
destination reached, back of cupboard
assignment end steered clear of
like this second rotation
slow, to the music
vision blurred
close eyes
music changes
another beat
another moment
another life…


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