these days
it's hard not to count down the minutes
until space and time finally collide
like a big bang happening in present space
on a far more personal scale
do you still believe in miracles?
did you know they grow tired too?
fireflies and shooting stars all change trajectory
we may never know the man in the moon
but i am not afraid now
the seconds fell like sand
sifting through my fingers
and i am poised to brush off my palms
it's all dust now anyway
in a large hourglass
ticking the moments away
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