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by reminiscent-afterthought

Even if they scattered about nonsensically, they collected on the same net.

62. Time's a Wasting

A/N: Written for the Title Set Boot Camp, #001 – Time's a Wasting.

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A Larger Poetry Collection
62. Time's a Wasting

time is drifting off with a breakneck speed towards oblivion
and their hands are hasty as they mark every nook and crevice
upon their mental map, the image they've sketched with hasty care
of each other, exploring every knit of skin they could reach
with the approaching fog.

They have no time to bask in the glow of the moment
or hesitate; it is gone before they emerge from that fearful fog
to see oblivion: that lonely death calling them
apart.