Thursday, January 18, 2024

Mortal Clock

observed change
we call time

we call time out
to change between resets

adults watch whole cycles
come round again

standing beside nostalgia
reading patterns

guessing at trends
youth enclosed

eternities of time
in mere moments

the distance from death
less a ticking clock than

an infinite expanse
the terminal breath

a joke unless borne
by witness

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