Motion. Time.

clock

With a lion snare,
a cardiac arrest.
For an elephant charge,
a seizure occurs.
In a leopard sprint,
an accident breaks.

The motion goes
and I’m rushing with a spoilt hand
on the face of the watch.

Have to go,
no, not to have,
I need it bad.

Why, oh why?
This
frustration,
this sickness in the
tummy
to get things done?

What woe
is age going
about again
now, going
now?

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