sounds are different in the middle of the nightMature

Sounds are different in the middle of the night -
have you ever noticed that?  The way bloated minutes
click away almost absently, one, two, three, four, five;
how they seem lethargic and trepidatious and soft?
Like they’re on the front lines, holding off the rising sun
hoping to spare you, hoping to keep you from facing
the new day with everything in it you know will break you. 
Quivering and full, but still moving in lazy strokes 
of the second hand like time itself will wait for them.

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