Temporary (Poetry)

We live in temporary hours 
Within the numb minutes
Taking stock in the mirage of seconds
The water, a collapsed vein
The blood, a well run dry

Seduced by the man made clock
Operating within the confines of physical fantasia

Take hold of this singular motion
Swimming with the current to escape
Collecting clues along the way
The cycle, a sacrificial engine
The truth, revealed in plain sight


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