Poem: Cataclysmic Pop

Cataclysmic Pop

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Running through world as blind

Looking for next great find.

Never stopping to see

Beauty in front of me.

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Time it seemed, running out.

Need do it all sans doute.

Dead lines to meet I dread,

Will not complete ‘til dead.

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One day, was forced to stop.

Since cataclysmic pop,

Never knew such sweet peace

When worries of death cease.

 –

Time slowed to match my speed.

To inner voice I heed.

Worries of death have passed.

Living full life at last.

–               –      June Nash

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