Second Hand

As the second hand seems to remain stagnant
The thought of eternity rushes over me
Is this a thought, a reality or is this real
A moment or right now

A moment that is not avoided but awaited
It is not shunned or expelled but welcomed and embraced
For the moment when the second hand does come to no longer continue
Final rest will be mine, pain will be no more
And my heart will be open

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