Forget-Me-Not

Time ticking by -
slowly, slowly -
with no thought of
Who nor Why.
It just moves.

A blur of
constant Motion;
each second a
bad acid trip
or your
least-worst
Adventure.

Persecuted yet
adored for its
Regularity;
its plaintive tick
and mirroring tock.

This one moment -
this Time...

I will remember.

by Stephanie Wood

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