In The Dim Light Of Time

roller coaster of emotions a sense of foreboding,
unable to fade off to sleep, undulating, we all make
and take, save and spend, keep, and waste pace.
we lose, kill and stake, play russian roulette with
the ticking clock. while it heals like a ghost from a
misty past, that steals, then simply runs, flies away

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