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Lit Up

The End of Days

Free verse

Photo by Jessica Fadel on Unsplash

Time accelerates, I hear it screech
across a canvas vast as space, nearby
a body svelte and shy disintegrates
to a dot
some call a particle
some a wave
In any case, November days race and roar
to closing time, when the barkeep boots us all
out onto a cold concrete
January morn.

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