I GO TO SPIRAL
It's already too late at night to survive; some
secret hour hidden between three and four, one
no one knows of and which never comes out -
except in that spiral of twisted time that exists for
personal moments and then disappears. The minute
between the magician's hands, the time it takes for
a coin to re-appear behind your ear. The space
between a cat's meowing and its purr.
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'Roll me over, I'm done' - something like that,
when you're just too tired to stand but too alive to
just fall down. I can smile and I can wince - in
between, in between, there, that's my spiral moment.
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