Time is closing in on us
cornering the remains of the long day
fastening the pace of yesterday which was not.
Pasts are dancing their return,
yesterdays scatter senses.
Today is already gone.
Under the tongue watered remains the day,
missing the past, plenty of absences.
Time is shutting down.
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