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The Aeon of Earth
Here
I find myself alone
With the poem
&
The piano music
Of Chopin
&
Keyboard letters
Clicking
In sync with my
Fingers
In sync
With my thinking
Clock
Tick tocking -
Tock
Ticking
As fireworks
Ignite the night
In
Furious fusillades
Made
Of
Confetti aftermaths
Of brandished
Smoke
In an age
Assuaged
&
Replaced
With another
Other
Age.
Published 1st Jan 2022
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