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Tick Tock

The Earth Spun Too Fast

By Vicki Lawana Trusselli Published about a year ago • 1 min read
Top Story - July 2025
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This is part of Step into Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie & Vicki

After we connected with our ancestors, my dad, and her mom I thought how thin the veil is and how the earth is spinning faster, this had to be written. It is other, time zones, tick tock clocks of time & space, birth, death, and closed & open doors. This is truth, fiction, and science fiction written in words regarding living, and the fantasy of time.

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Tick Tock (The Earth Spun Too Fast)

[Intro – Whispered over ticking]

Tick... tock...

Not all clocks agree.

Some echo forward.

Some remember what hasn’t happened yet.

[Verse 1 – Spirit shift]

She pressed record like always,

expecting echoes of the past.

But the voices came from tomorrow

and one of them was her father.

He said,

“You’re not late. You’re early.

And that’s the danger.”

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[Chorus – Time fracture]

Tick tock, the Earth spun too fast,

Time cracked like glass,

Reflections don’t match.

Tick tock, the clocks don’t lie

But they don’t all tell the same sky.

[Verse 2 – Visual echoes]

Monarchs spiral instead of fly straight,

Old clocks rewind in rooms filled with grief.

A child draws a map of a place

She’s only seen in dreams.

And there

where crayon met paper

a door begins to shimmer.

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[Bridge – The three figures]

Three ghostly figures in the mist,

not haunting remembering.

Past. Present. The man he never got to be.

They don’t speak.

But she hears them anyway.

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[Chorus – Slower, more emotional]

Tick tock, the spiral unwinds,

She walks between the lines.

Tick tock, the clocks fall still—

And silence speaks what time can’t kill.

[Outro – The door]

He said,

“I’m not gone.

I’m just ahead.”

And when she stepped through the door,

The ticking stopped.

But the story began.

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written, created by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

Trusselli Art

California

copyright 2025

Pookie & Vicki

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About the Creator

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

I am 76 year old California mythic storyteller blending lived truth, technology, and sovereign survival into multimedia art.

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    Written by Vicki Lawana Trusselli