The pounding, ticking, serving as a reminder of
Place Deed
In this moment
May Remain
For an eternity--
When look to grasp
A mouthful, an instant
So filled. Now belonging to
Something greater,
Sending-- sent to the messenger
Who played the part
Of a witness.
Retrospect or a dream
But “no longer for the whimper”
It brings with it all that could come down
All that could have
Water bent up.
No excuses, only acceptance.
Until it lies again and
Again, pour a moment
Back for a
Life too sweet for
Me
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