I grasp in my hands
For a pithy time,
The essence of eternal bliss.
The question comes,
I rue the night,
How can I not exist?
Dare I let it slip away?
I wring my hands
Bewitched.
Will decisions of the here and now
All other regrets
Eclipse?
I clasp my hands, I meditate
On entering time,
Endless.
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