Tick Tock Doom

October 8, 2025

How much prescience

did you leave behind

futures left unfelt

How much transience

were you denied

with aces left undealt

How many doors

stayed closed and shut

no matter how hard you knocked

How many chances

did you waste

— as you slaved before the clock

(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)

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