Fathom
The depths descend
Past the boundaries
Of human conception
Of realistic features
Of one’s ideals.
So deep; distant
So many cranks yet,
So much order.
...Tick...Tick...
Spin,
Wind,
Apply the pressure
Or... it will.
Trepidation.
Do not act so scared my child
It starts for you,
Ends for me.
Sit on my lap if you will,
I have a story to tell you
One that shall
Tell the tale.
Take this,
My soul,
My life
This piece so close to my heart.
Hold it,
Remember;
Remember the stories
All the twists and turns
Cranks and spins
Needed to get here.
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1, 2, 3
4, 5, 6
7, 8, 9
Ten... eleven...
Twelve.
Time...
An asset.
A force in its own.
So controlling.
So exhilarating.
So...
Annihilating.
It takes things away,
Brings them to life,
Tells us what the difference is between day and night.
Gives us things to look forward to
And to look back on...
This.
Is key,
Is life,
Is death,
Is money,
Time is ticking; Fathom it.
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