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Poetry by Peter D. Orr
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Time Eternal There's a clock on an eternal wall with two hands of the same base; one determines the first and final hour, the other snuffs or breathes breath. As the black arrows go around in their mechanical way, their countless power over the moments to prove, the hands devour moments by minutes until they achieve the terminal velocity of happening. Alpha and Omega come together in you.
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