There are occasions, junctures,
stages, phases, bad patches,
periods, when my mortal coil
has reached its final spring.
Era’s, ages, epochs, aeons,
days of eternal years when
allotted spans of existence
speak an accent of extinct.
Rhythms, tempo, beating pulses
out of synch, atmospherical
ambience looses cadence.
Chronic Chronophobia.
Dec 1, 2023
Dec 1, 2023 at 8:18 AM UTC
There are occasions, junctures,
stages, phases, bad patches,
periods, when my mortal coil
has reached its final spring.
Era’s, ages, epochs, aeons,
days of eternal years when
allotted spans of existence
speak an accent of extinct.
Rhythms, tempo, beating pulses
out of synch, atmospherical
ambience looses cadence.
Chronic Chronophobia.
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