it's telling you the secrets of the ticking grandfather clock
whispering the echoes of ancient
pitter patters
into your waiting soles
its iciness surprises you
and your toes curl in a faint attempt at warmth
but it quickly captures your heart
i mean heat
and absorbs the dreams your head is too buzzed to keep.
I mean, that's where they escape to, the dreams... you know?
Where else would they go?
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