Time capsules pulse through congested arteries
in a gushing river,
past the eyes of history on the tree of life,
stripped of its vitality,
bound only by the dark corridor
of my mortality.
ticky, ticky, tock, tock
Minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day,
incessant tides of time
are wearing me to a frazzle,
as the biological clock keeps taunting me
with deeds left undone.
ticky, ticky, tock, tock
I can still see my Little League home run
flying over the fence
and the lavender orchid corsage I bought
for my prom date,
but cannot, for the life of me, recall
where I left my keys.
ticky, ticky, tock, tock
Thus begins my journey to the murky recesses
of time zone one seven three.
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