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Friday, July 27, 2012

Wheels of time

Awakening to the jarring
Blare of the mocking horn,
That was my alarm bell.

The moment of panic as
consciousness begins to dawn,
At the pacing needles of time.

The breaking out in sweat,
In fear of missed deadlines,
and, regrets over lost time.

The harried breaths taken,
Until the eyes open wide,
And the brain comprehends.

This too passes away,
And, time continues,
Unabashedly, unabated.

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