Apocalypse in G # Minor
Staying alive is job one in slow motion. Minutes pass, each precious as pearls on a finite string. Time still feels endless, so there is no fear. Peace like a river.
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Author's Note
An ode to finality.
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"Peace like a river." Enjoyed.*
"precious as pearls on a finite string" Yes.
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Liked this lots *
Lucid.
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As frail ... x
So much there. Thanks.
Thanks everyone.
Great power in a small package, James. Strong.
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