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Pendulum
Despite the frangible state of my memory, I exult in my ability to see reality With a clarity so luminous, numinous, revelatory,
That no amount of myopia blurring my past Or entropy disrupting my future can disturb my being, My awareness of the moment's ethos,
The presence of now, the proximity of time's waves, Cascading, headlong, toward my consciousness, Its smattering of scattering particles
Flying off, into the pitch black caverns of forgetting. If anything, as aging gyves my spirit To the back of death's slowly circling vulture,
I know, with ever more closely focusing perspicacity, Increasingly heightened inward-eye sight, Life's most subtly nuanced clockwork complications,
What makes it tick, nano- to zepto-infinity, Eon to hourly epoch, millennial minute to yearly second, This now to the next and the next.
And in my mind's elaborately decorated case, Like a pendulum suspended from my soul, I swing silently, measuring my evanescent existence.
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