Tireless Time marches on
Her deafening ticks
Resounding, reverberating
Across the wide of expanse
Of the pertinent conscious.
Deviation, a distortion
Time wearily withers
Where logic runs dry
Draped over desolation
Unchartered territory.
Arid morning creates
A solitudinous area
Inner peace crystallizes
Fulfilled by the presence
Of nothing.
Plateau of understanding
An infinite moment
To be forgotten
Soon as the transition
Back to consciousness ends.
In that instant
Life's essence
Drenches us
Quickly evaporating
And we search
For those rare moments
Beneath awareness.
Author notes
Written for a 30-minute semi-impromptu contest.
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