tick

tock

age

tick

tock

gray

tick

tock

another

wrinkle

settles

into

place

and

i feel

trapped

caged

against my

will

like a

cat

having

lived

a life

feral

pressure

builds

behind the

third eye

a

location

i was told

is the

seat of power

where

anything

imagined

can be

done

by

releasing

the

will

and

speaking

the

word

and

while

the

young

hero

could not

think

of

anything

he

wished

to change

i

can not

think

of

anything

i

would not