circularity

in a moment of epiphany
the wound decided
to unheal itself.
looking contemptuously
at the scar, it said -
"a faded, jaded afterthought
my life shall not be.
out with you lousy pretender!"
and with an unabashed gash
time's intricate accomplishment
was savagely undone.

pain unleashed itself
in a fit of helpless rage,
and blood oozed
in a frenzy, misdirected.

"bleed. hurt.
afresh. anew."
ranted the old knave,
laughing in gushing knots.

in a corner
a determined tick
said to a dejected tock
"wait and watch
my friend,
just wait and watch."