The Grandfather clock chimes the hour, glissades clumsily into puctuated silence.

Tick tock

I am waiting for inspiration to chime, for the bells to ring, even if they also descend

Tick tock

The words come in rhythm, old as time, steady as heartbeats.

Tick Tock

And stop.

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