A quiet moment,
and a blank page,
a minute or two,
an empty stage,
no need to be on,
no need to be off,
just a moment in time,
attempt a little rhyme,
chance I seldom get,
but always need,
a dying heed,
for I realize,
I, like you all are,
unwarranted by time,
yet we all are,
set to be breathing,
while life stays beating,
until it matters not,
as it is masked,
by a lifetime,
brought to us by,
nothing less than an,
unmitigated thought.
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