Five Four Three

Five Four Three

a concept drought
this mortal metronome  
count and erode
protect a sliver
wanted 
necessary 
desire
require
them flapping wings 
bird named Newton
sundial tracing chances 
her life 
his 
my X amount 
plus future history 
if every moment 
joy 
melancholy
between 
if our heartbeats 
are hoarded
I’ll shoulder ram 
that vault 
it’s gonna open 
what we receive 
will fill our void
monumental reclaim
still 
there’s always 
a limit 

One Hundred

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