To end, this shall

I watched the setting sun
Golden fringed clouds
Mustard streaks over the horizon
I thought

This, too, shall end

I count in weeks
Soon to be days
Soon to be hours
Then minutes

The arms swirl forward
Tickticktick-twirling by
Counting out
Running down

The end of time
My time
My awful inevitability

This end, too shallow

I sit on Temporal Row
I struggle to draw out each breath
Consume my last meal
Crumb by crumb
Measure my last mile in
Dread the final flick

Things I
Have done
Wishes, dreams, chances, decisions, regrets
…if I could do it over?

To end, this shall

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