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.
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Time slowed to match my speed.
To inner voice I heed.
Worries of death have passed.
Living full life at last.
– – June Nash
June Nash 
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