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Life's
not so much
a journey as it is a visit.
What tricks do you use
to stretch a second?
Alcohol, chocolate?
Or a slow-shuttered lens?
What's that you glimpsed
at the periphery?
Oh, that? Nothing--
just another galaxy.
Time runs out to fill a vacancy.
Each twitch of the clock hand
is the burst of a dam,
stranded survivors stand
on rooftop islands,
the water rises silently.
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