... in Poetry
- May 29, 2018, 11:14 a.m.
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constant ticking
a perpetual reminder
of time lost
darkness
followed by light
in a never ending loop
inhaling
and exhaling
the same recycled air
earn years
but don’t grow from
infinite repetition
may the cycle end
the ticking subside
let an old body perish
might a new being
emerge
from the ash and sludge
let it wander
and explore
among a fresh world
where ticking is novel
light is a gift
and air is refreshing
let the free soul
having evolved
live beyond flesh
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