Twenty three fifty three,
Fluorescent numerals speak to me
Tell me there's time for second chances,
romances,
opportunities to change my mind
Hours left to hold
Minutes of counted grains remaining
Seconds beckoning me
to not look away
gaze fixed
to silent electronic digital ticks
counting,
keeping time
locked in a box
to be opened by wizened fingers
groping
in the dark
spilling years
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