A MINUTE PAST MIDNIGHT

I turn my face and the clock clicks 

I stretch my hand and the curtains flip 

I deflate lungs and gazing at space

The silhouettes dance in the wind

In rhythm with the howling  

Flowing along the silver lining 

Its unusually dead silent 

Taming my wondering mind

Unforgiving my noisy heart 

Ow,  perhaps its you behind the door 

Shouldn’t have electrocuted that way

A minute past midnight 

A minute old year, resolutions 

Or separations

I suppose stimulation 

Previously I opened for ghosts 

Now will it be your perfume?

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