Lifetime


Experiences of life are confined to a small passage of time
The streams of moments elapse
Cascading memories for only an instant
The flow and dispersal of new recollection is immeasurable
Until the surge is drained leaving only emptiness
The remains of the dried stream are haunted by regret and contrition
Then replaced with an unwilling acceptance

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