I can hear the clock ticking 
Under these cotton sheets 
I am warm 
As the storm arrives 

The ticking darts in and out 
Like a fairy 
And as it builds
It deafens 

Echoing around my mind 
Like the swirling winds 
That bellow 
From outside 

But inside 
I am taken over
By a clock intent 
On rattling me 

It is crazing me out 
This fucking crick crack noise 
I’m at my end
Striking out  

Then calm 
Submerged in the sound 
Somehow the anger collapses it 
And sounds pass over my head 

Like a passing boat 
To the fish swimming beneath 
The sounds muffle 
In endless space 

A peace
After all that 
I am present 
Under these warm sheets