For a moment everything was clear,

and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all.

Don’t we all secretly know this?

It’s a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts

and echoes

pretending to be wheels

and cogs,

a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life. . . .

A universe

of horror

and loss

surrounding a single lighted stage

where mortals dance in defiance of the dark.

-Stephen King, 11/22/63

2 thoughts on “Dreamclock

  1. When I read this, I literally had to close the book, lay my head back, and close my eyes… If I smoked i would have needed a cigarette.

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