transient

“Prologue”
written on 2/13/10

i can’t stand the repetition
of the gears turning endlessly
smash the clock against the wall to stop the hands’ rotation
’cause i’m scared to death of being ordinary

i don’t want the universal parts
or fit in all the slots
i can’t tick to everyone else’s beat without feeling incomplete
i need to feel unique

i’ve set my hands to turn counter-clockwise
so that life won’t feel routine
you may not understand my timing
but that’s what makes me me

you can stare at my imperfections
or feel the pulse of my heartbeat
you can judge me on my frame
or study what’s underneath