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A world without time is the same as a world devoid of conscious beings.
Waiting for life to come to me,
the clock ticked down to one

With barely but a second left,
my tendency to run

With nothing left but one last tick,
all motion seemed to stop

Perspective changed, then rearranged,
a lifetime on the spot

My eyes won’t blink, the fear too great,
of staying closed for good

As from a distant galaxy,
I finally understood

All life had boiled down to this,
eternity defined

When everything that ever was,
together crossed my mind

I left the past and future mired,
to breed and then deceive

And took this present life unbound
—unto my soul reprieved

(The New Room: May, 2022)
To the flawlessly
Flawed
And the perfectly
Imperfect
The sharply
Dull
The saddest
Happy
The complicated
Simpleton
The loudest
Quiet
We would be so lost
Finding you
Variety. Someones flaws are beautiful to others
Your touch is a poem
Engraved on my skin
Every end that we meet
Is a chance to begin
Not a moment gets waisted
Not a harsh word gets said
Just a melodic symphony
Going off in my head
A violin concerto
In harmonious tune
In sync with the rhythm
Under a luminous moon
Shining down bright
Enough to light up the room
When I see your silhouette
I’m compelled and consumed
To express and make known
That my loves overdue
For the lone single reason
My search ends with you
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