my clock's been broken for a long while now

time does not care for us 

like the woods thicker than our cities 
and denser than the lies we tell ourselves at night, 
it is arbitrary and amoral 

you cannot bribe time 

eventually we all run out, 
inevitable and inescapable, 
we live lives with ticking heartbeats 
counting down from the day we are born

i ask you now 
to set your metronome to a pace you can continue on your life with 
because eventually we will all be still

still and closed-eyed and unbreathing 
and thus you should enjoy your time 
impartial, unforgiving, opportunistic time 
while you have it. 

do not regret your lost minutes. 

The End

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