Time Between the Cracks

A clock’s beat wastes time, brushing the breath of minutes.
Tick-tock streams like threads from a ripped canvas.
The folded sheet retains an echo of silence,
and milky essence renews within the fabric of waiting.
Through a page’s cracks, whole galaxies ignite.
Ink dust dances among miniature planets.
Each crease unveils a Milky Way, a brief voyage.
Time, rediscovered, starts beating once more.