The Revolution

And the clock is ticking,
and the time is leaking.
where the sands in the glass,
are fulling and picking.

And the dog
that being licked, is licking.

the kitten is her very tail
is sought and seeking.

Yet the shared hearts
learn themselves,
in graving from the chest
to speaking.

And the baby in my belly
and every other's.
is kicking.

And the momentum
no more
is only
building and bricking.

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note
Using similar rhymes are intentional. They're cool if read right.