a minute
flushed with space
of seconds
a second dies younger
than a minute has hands
a second- pause
minutes in silence
reflect man a homage
for his fellow, God, and land
a minute
its last stand
fighting for peace
to own fame
unconsciously thrown away
a bottle
overflow with a fleck
of menial time
desiring yet lacking
a second its cost
my minutes
slip away
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