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May 13, 2013
The endless metronome of life
always
rushing,
often
lagging behind,
occasionally
just right.
Beating triplets at 208
it seems to say
“hur-ryup, hur-ryup, hur-ry up…”
or
“slow it down, slow it down, slow it down”.
Although it never beats enough
for our contentment,
it always keeps
going.
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