Tick Tock
The Earth Spun Too Fast
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.
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.”
[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.
[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.
[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.
written, created by
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
Trusselli Art
California
copyright 2025
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Vicki Lawana Trusselli
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I am a storyteller. This is where memory meets mysticism, music, multi-media, video, paranormal, rebellion, art, and life.
I nursing, business, & journalism in college. I worked in the film & music industry in LA, CA.
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Comments (7)
Wow, this felt like a lullaby sung by time itself—makes me want to hug both my clock and my ghosts.
Congrats on your Top Story!
Congratulations 🎉🎉
Your words, “The man he never got to be” reminds of the treasures never to be found in cemeteries of ballerinas, construction workers, pianists, and engineers who never fully realized their dreams. Foreboding and descriptive, this story keeps on ticking. I shared! S.S.
Ethereal and haunting—this felt like time poetry wrapped in echoes. “I’m not gone. I’m just ahead.” gave me chills. Beautiful work.
Love your creative mind. Love the video 🥰
A absolutely love this line: “And silence speaks what time can’t kill.”