World thrown off kilter, tossed aside by the hand of the angel
Faced with the yawning gulf, the possibility of infinity, or an infinitesimal future
Ruptured time strew across the room to collect in pools under the furniture
“How many minutes before they get here?” she asked
As dire need floated on air and tension played havoc amongst the flowers
Yet, “Time is of no consequence.” So observed the grain of salt, sitting unnoticed, left behind where even the broom could not find it
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