words

Turning over and over like a spiral

The mind grasps at the passing as photographs 

Pictograms illuminate the deep within

Each breath a tick, a tock

A fractional unit marking then from now

But if it could just cease for its own measure

This frequent domain

Swimming endlessly

At the edge of a great wave

But it moves on and on

Ever forward 

Carrying us toward the great nothing

The final moment

Another strike on the universal ledger

Of when

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