The Time Just…Ticks by Symphani Bynum

The time just.. ticks

This room echos it’s echo

Not a moment was slipped

What’s to happen next is unknown

But, that’s the beauty in it

Lucidity and scattered pigments

In the center of this, I sit

Real control is truly nonexistent

Yet, one thing stays and I fathom its existence

It has no one color, not one hint of fragrance

It just..roams

Its figure is of many

The energy flows plenty

Yes, I do envy

This time ticking.

By: Symphani Bynum

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