Going | Seconds

Going

Once, but not twice.

       again does not persist
        a passive chicken overtaken by fright

of changing

   turning everything around
The proud cost of leaving time

   To its own devices

     
corroding lines in the eyes of the chicken

Infinitely significant (or not) because of “once”

 

Seconds

Seconds like lonely birds that fly

To some dry serenity
Left empty in its passing.

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