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Ultimate Symphony (in Time).

Every ticktock
of the clock, each movement
of a hand is a laceration
upon my back,

leaving scars that stain the skin,
scar tissue that remains
to remind
me of the hell
we have all been in…

So let me die,
but make me remember.
Etch the truth deep

in me. Blood runs
over my field vision, staining
though I know nature

brings me back, the wounds
will remind me:
to help save us,
save me

to the soundtrack
singing our
ultimate synonymy.


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