Inspired by Jacob Lawrence's Sedation, 1950

The clock is ticking again. So much sound
from the second hand that wants to ecape.
The second hand is faster than the speed
of light and wants to fly to the white white
moon. The nurse moves closer to stop the clock.

This wall doesn't want me. I fall away
from it. This chair doesn't want me, and I
fall away from it. This floor doesn't want
me, and I crawl crawl lifted to the gurney.
But the ticking wants to escape. No more straps
on my arms. Do not strap my arms down. Do
not strap my legs down. No more straps. No more.

Where is second hand? It was force fed rest.
When it sleeps the hours stand in formation.