Hidden Clock
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Scarcely wondering what is going on, not interested in
anything anyway.
Sensing temptation of death, smelling it close to me, a
thousand bouquets mixing their scents as one.
Reaching inside, locating a hidden clock of self-eternity,
determining time left here on earth.
Destiny fulfilled, quenched, put to sleep forever, walking,
stepping aside, contemplating the other side of life and
wistfully looking forward to it.
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