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Clocks ratchet righty tighty
Minds race back
Sight scans the horizon
Searching for the thread
The one to tie it all together
A year is gone
A new one draws into view
Novice hands adjust the focus
Finding clarity in detail
Seeking purpose in struggle
One thing seems certain
Soon I will eat a meal
Lie down for the evening
And awake to a day
Never seen before
Never to be seen again

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Thought”)