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A clock went off
In every room
And struck the time.
I did not hear
Their message
Of the hour
Of my own
Diminution of power.
It was syncopated to the minute
In the tick of every tock
Of the clock before it stopped.
Yet I breathe
And think
And live
And wonder
And simi - know
And somewhat hope
And still exist
These several minutes
Past the chime
Of that particular definite time.
April 13, 1982
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