time just passes
and I can’t do anything about it
I look up and it is
five forty-five pm
soon I won’t have light to read by
soon I won’t have thumbs
I have this feeling I’m
emptying out
as though a leech outside dimensions
sucks stealthily at what is
most mine
maybe a thousand things more will happen to me
maybe I’ll love again
maybe I’ll become a hero or just
get another chance to talk
to all my old friends
but all this will end
inside a moment like this
like this one now
I know it with a
pure knowing
that needs no concept
I understand it again and again
and yet I go on
believing that this life
this life!
will have made a difference to me
by the end
(look, now it’s five fifty pm)
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