All my fingers fly.
The keyboard clacks noisily.
My chest beats a drum,
Data flows with urgency—
This rapid pace seeks to kill.
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Countdown
Time glides gracefully,
Then a single second strikes.
Peace vanishes, and—
The rules upturn and reshape.
A whole world ends abruptly.
Opportunity
Man and woman meet,
A connection of rare minds.
But life works counter;
The only notable spark
Left to smolder patiently.
Big Apple
Pedestrians shove,
Like stampeding cattle herds.
They rush with one mind.
An intimidating scene,
For the hapless traveler.
Paradise Lost
The hot sun beams down
Over a deadly landscape,
Promising intrigue.
Digging hard with soft muscles,
I sigh and bury my crime.