My eye caught the clock
just as the numbers changed.
I thought, what if
they just kept flipping?
Would it be the end of days,
a flashback,
or just a busted Sony?
If I roll back over,
surrender to sleep,
will I wake up older than time
with all I love
turned to dust?
It’s probably nothing that
coffee and a morning paper won’t cure;
in that instant between sleep and waking
it can give you pause.
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