Tue, 30 May 2023
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Month's end,
The temporal path seems to fall away ahead,
I see a days journey winding to the faded drop,
Beyond it a fathomless expanse,
It pulses with ancient vacancy,
The time flows on afloat the horizon,
I see the Month beginning anew,
A solitary island beyond the shore of deepest time,
It will be crossed in a blink when I dive off Month's end.
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