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Death of the Time Traveler
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Life Expressions Volume II Listen to the rhythum of my heart
As it beats out a measure in 4/4 time
My pulse quickens as I count each beat,
She will be on me soon
I must be fleet.
One moment lapse across the epoch of time,
where I have been pursued thru the dimension phase shifts
during the periods of my prime.
I tire of this game,
and the rhythum slows,
She pounces, devouring my essence
Leaving an empty shell to show.
Having been satiated for the moment,
she fades back into the time stream until she
hungers once more.
By huck hickson
© 2004 huck hickson (All rights reserved)
