Hands spinning on floating clocks
While I am running, running down the empty corridor
Swerving, frantically pursuing any feasible escape
From this muddled mess that I’ve twisted into being
Tumbling, tripping over my own uncertain feet
Instantly struggling to drag myself off the frigid floor
Though now my body, fragile, falling—black abyss
Emptiness sucking, swallowing my whole soul,
And I am wondering if I…am…Alice
As I begin…to cease…to exist.

10/10/2006

Author's Note: If you've heard the song "Clocks" by Coldplay, this poem is meant to be read quickly to the instrumental beginning (30 seconds) of this song. This was mostly stream-of-consciousness that I wrote in about 2 minutes...

Posted on 10/10/2006
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