It is not strange
to mix up
the ticking sound of the second’s needle, and
that of the buzzing mosquitoes near an ear
Nothing more costs a thought
but
A slight degree of rotation, clockwise;
And flimsy noise of tiny creature
There is so much
to count our life on –
The one with the beat, and
the other with a buzz
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Excellent imagery! An insightful poem.