Ticking
Falling into a blinding chasm
Shattering all the indicators
True light hidden within utter darkness
To shout or stay silent
To run or slumber
Tears or upturned lips
All interwoven
like a nightmare’s excretion
Countless insect eggs
Playing the most harmonious symphony
Fireflies or bats
with burning eyes
Aimlessly lighting the muddy ground
Dying plants ignite within stone walls
Water droplets and debris freefall without attachments
In the vast desert
Who can perceive their presence
Who can hear the abyss’ mournful cries
In gentle or wild winds
only sand grains take center stage
Dark currents lie in wait beneath the surface
signals of destruction
Blackening the sun seemingly one thunderous moment away
In boundless waiting
only time repeats and stands still
Water droplets hanging mid-air reach for the exit
The next second
they crash into the ground
Leaving only a ticking sound
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