(theme: Sweep Secondhand)
The hand keeps sweeping
through weddings, births, deaths…
jobs, graduations, sex, losing…
finding, discovering.
Always moving,
without a pause.
No matter how much
we’d love to pause clock
in question.
Until one day,
you find yourself
out of seconds;
unable to restart.
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