Through a microscope, I watched the time pass —
The ways that it comes and it goes —
And magnified till I could feel every second
Crawl in and out through my bones.

I watched for so long that time lost its meaning,
I watched as the time burned away —
Till the shape of an hour, the color of seasons,
And each moment were one and the same.

In time, I lost track and forgot I was watching,
And quietly lifting my head,
I realized that time was all but behind me,
for death had come in its stead.

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February 11, 2021
Saint-Jean-Baptiste, Québec City