Wednesday, July 23, 2025

Blinking

The clock is blinking. It says 9:35. 

But it's not 9:35. 

The entire Earth spins in space at a set of degrees unknown to me,

its axis falling back and sinking into the blank slate of the infinite black sky.

Who am I?

My eyes are blinking, machine like regularity

along with my heartbeat.


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