I brainstorm and my brain
Sweeps lazily through the spirals of past
Internal clock set to summer time -
The position of the sun
Hours and minutes drop away
When they are unneeded
Like shed snakeskin
They melt in the heat of the summer, but
Come creeping back in
When the strict structures of time
Are imposed and needed
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