Chronos spilt the beans,
and divided himself into me ,
numbers - a measure of who to be
a world within everyone's eternity
who sent the 18th rage
the 21st crossroads
the 30th fear and the 42nd despair
the muted acceptance of my weary battle
against you
but Chronos, you keep ticking,
pounding numbers into my soiled hands
and memories into my heart
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