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I stare at the tick-tock of my clock and watch as the pendulum swings ever so...ah yes, as if moved by an invisible hand...it is now, and may forever be, 5:40...whether it is a.m. or p.m. is of no consequence...I am still alive not knowing inside whether to live or die... now, later, tomorrow, or never... the mirror reflects echos of light passing through a window *pained with reflections staring into space...streaked are they with markings of some lost or forgotten soul... shadows cascade themselves along the walls cloning life with illustrations of what is but also of what could be...the red stained glass sits idle waiting to be filled...a pillow welcomes me and I accept

*The word “pained” is intended as pane was not.