: Distance :
I just stumbled across another colon;
Didn’t see it. Did not even think of it.
Even though its presence is the distance
Where time separates her incremental
Reign of the costly hour
Against the casual minute…
Why! Oh, why is life stolen?
Didn’t see it. Did not want to speak of it.
What miser chose such a remittance
When no second remains; is it transcendental;
Are sixty spaces spent to own one hour;
Is that : placed to keep right every minute?
We must be humbled by the distance
Between the two dates and the one final dash;
How can that line speak of life’s rhyme?
Our place apart is not a world but a breath.
Didn’t see it. Did not understand it.
And now this : stages the final act.
Look to the watchtower for an existence;
As the bells sound out their keep - in clash
Exulting our congruent nature with time
When mortality and immortality meet at death.
Did not see it. Did not wait for it.
And thus, the colon disappears from the tract.
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