Time
Time stops.
He hands there,
Seeming to hold the world on his shoulders
Time in his mind.
He musn't let go.
He musn't let time slip.
The clouds swirl and sworm like angry hornets.
He is growing weak.
The nearest cloud suddenly bursts apart.
He is hidden from view for some time.
When the cloud moves on, he is gone.
Time has restarted.
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