The Counting Starts

The voice in that hour

it does not matter

first times ebb and flow,

just as the beach dries

it is dust I swear.

The nighttime stands there

of course I’m wide awake

on the edge of quiet dismay

there are certain thoughts,

and it’s then,

the counting starts.

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