Body clock by Pepita Beck
Body clock fuck up,
Going dark, waking up,
Reverse body coerce
Dreamstate boy
With neon toy
Body clock inverse
Diatrunal curse
My cushion, thrown into the bin
Body clock sped up
Now I’m awake, I really woke up
And watch the hands of time spin
Counter-directly
Split seconds into a few too many
Outside it’s twilight
It’s neither day, nor night
Body clock stop
stop stop
stop
coming down from the top
above and below
beyond is for show
forget forgot forgotten
time travels forward
but my body clock is rotten
the paths we have trotten
a cusp on the end of time maybe
it’s not like we be carefully
in what we did and what we do
and what will be
but my body clock
goes tic, then
the rhythm’s changing
another sunrise, another surprise
an airplane headed towards an enteral horizon
landing on another continent
maybe, friend,
our story never ends,
body clock, moving forward,
wake up.

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Pepita Beck is an artist from Berlin focusing on the written and visual arts

