I would multicast
Every of my beats
Nevertheless
Synchronizing with
These uneasy ticks…
These trickling down
Droplets of each click of time
Aren’t they tricking me?
Yet, they clarify and certify
The dying fluctuations
Over cast on every instinct
At instants, unwarranted
As each moment droops
Waiting for none
And not tempting
Anyone to wail or mourn
Just waning into
The huge emptiness
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