No more than a fragment saved
A perfect fragment
In a perfect square
Of time itself.
Brush strokes of time
An exclamation mark reversed
Foretelling midnight and
The end of time itself.
Bid time return once more
In fragments, hour by hour
Counted by heartbeats
In a perfect circle
Until the end of time itself.
Friko
Posted over on her site Friko's Musings
Listed as #33 over on Magpie Tales 41
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