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Eventually everything ends,
That moment in time
The clocks chime,
Midnight.
And the existence of a moment bends.
It refracts from one moment to another.
The invisible boundary
Through which it flees,
Warps.
And the memories begin to gather.
What was present is now the past.
A memory cleansed
Viewed through a lens,
Convex.
Forgotten much too fast.
A strange nostalgic loneliness
Fills the empty void,
As presence is destroyed.
Reflection
Forces the memories to compress.
What is left are fleeting emotions,
Mirrored on the surface,
A joyous catharsis,
Remnants.
Yet now the present devotions.
-Karishma Young-