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"Metronome"

My slow thumping metronome

with every beat,

knocks more loudly on its door.

Ripples of hollow silence,

smoothly slip over my skin

until I sink

slowly...

slowly...

down...

...and I let go.

I can hear her still, &

Feel her...

even over the

reverberating knocks

because

drops of her voice and presence

drip and collect

in a pool of memories

which grows muddier, as

the knocking becomes louder, &

it stirs to a wake.

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