24 Hours a Moment
Trading hours for mere moments,
Till all of life has been reduced,
Not singularly, but exponentially,
To rabid time so obligatory,
Always moving, clock hands working,
Ticking forward, never backwards,
Washing each day away,
Like castles on a deserted beach,
Nothing left except mounded remnants,
Sweet and sad,
Tired, but accomplished.
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