One more minute
till life concludes,
the 24th hour dies
and
Someone experiences the end,
of the world.
Of time,
of living by a battery operated pendulum.
Breaths
Measured by the seconds.
Yet,
the last breath can never be known
The gravity of a single existence.
Another circle
around the fiery sun.
I hear the clock from the hallway,
the beat of an oppressive tool,
to bear witness to each
passing moment.
I try to outrun
my greatest enemy,
only to be reminded
time dies with me;
I yearn for more.