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Laughing Clocks
The deceitful clocks are laughing at me.
Disturbing smiles creep on every blank face.
Dancing on my hands as I sip tea,
I run through time to avoid lifeless space.
I’m the past thinking about the future.
Time crumbles with all fugacious minutes.
Undreampt tears in timelines need a suture.
My eyes widen observing red digits.
Ticking voices fill my once empty head.
You’re now as old as you have ever been.
Time is an illusion I think in dread.
I walk the paths of age with wrinkled skin.
In the moment I take a heavy breath,
And blow out the candles running from death.
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This poem is about people who fear death on their birthdays. Instead of living in the moment, they are distracted by their fear of time.