The Flavor of Forever
The clock sprints one way
as we walk the other
the hands intersecting
with our hearts
reminding us
that there was a beginning
and there will be an end,,
A grand expansion
a fantastic contraction
just beyond the black veil
there are no clocks
just the delicate flavor of
forever,
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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