there’s a second in your hand

does it tickle your palm

does it feel like tiny lightning

a hissing cherry bomb

take all the seconds

run like Pheidippides

this is not for you

this beautiful disease

you belong in joy

a sunny palace hall

this is dust for fathoms

land where doubters fall


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