VOID is such a desolate word, I think I'm scared of it. But I like the second stanza of your poem. It seems to be raised higher in expectation, even consciousness than those that frame it. I will a-void those two and concentrate on the middle. ITS ALARM SET TO SOME UNKNOWN TIME. That could be random or set by an outside force, but it will come as a surprise for you. NOTHING WILL EVER BE THE SAME. Total change! It's exciting and welcome as long as ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. tick-tick-tick-tick....
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VOID is such a desolate word, I think I'm scared of it. But I like the second stanza of your poem. It seems to be raised higher in expectation, even consciousness than those that frame it. I will a-void those two and concentrate on the middle. ITS ALARM SET TO SOME UNKNOWN TIME. That could be random or set by an outside force, but it will come as a surprise for you. NOTHING WILL EVER BE THE SAME. Total change! It's exciting and welcome as long as ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. tick-tick-tick-tick....