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If time suspended,

frozen for a moment at most,

between the seconds

I would walk with you again.

Instead of grasping hands,

rooted truths would grow,

and hushed voices would survive intact

to quiet the chaos in my head.

No more lost perspective,

or blind alleys and angles,

the push and flow of resistance

would still.

A heart immobile

would quietly yield,

and breathe life back between us,

and then,

and then,

the clock starts again.