​Time hangs
about my.neck,
moments like
an infinite string
of pearls.
Those behind me
appearing more lustrous
than they actually were.
Those before me
unformed, 
yet to be polished.
All surround.me,
spiraling into
this one moment.
The only I can fully
grasp.
~
M. Zane McClellan
~
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