In the long ebon of night-
Where God oft' wakes our ears-
With His voice-'front and center'-
Conveying verity so clear we hear;
Broken 'tis the silence of our repose-
A curve ball shakes our comforter to the ground-
Spirals of inevitable verity of our own mortality-
Comes- knowing that we are not infinity bound;
'Tis later than you think- He harkens-
The final phase of your lifetime 'tis nigh-
Even with all mortal aid that has been given unto you-
In your throat-comes realities formidable sigh;
An absolute paralysis comes o'er you...
Free'ed are the tides of tears you now cry-
Realizing the clock has already ticked most of lifes seconds off-
Realizing that your time here 'tis, indeed, nigh! ;
Theodora (Theo) Onken
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