Mere seconds

There is no calibration
for measuring the intensity
of my despair.

No exchange rate,
no member discount,
no volume pricing.

Perhaps on the moon
the weight would be
reduced by five-sixths

But the count’s
the same, drowning
in suffocating emptiness.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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