Contemplation
Can you see my heart beating
through the hole gaping;
I'm shaking
like I have never been shot before
with poisonous darts
like I have never been under
the influence before
of the neural toxin needed
to turn another clock into
a compass that I'll use
to try and track you down.
As death approaches,
I become more and more
aware that what I have done
is much more insignificant
than what was neglected.
A lack of action
defines the human race;
we are lethargic by nature.
But what is love?
The pursuit of (enter noun here).
That is love.
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