it is an effort
continual, to press himself against the moment
the universe ticking
ineffable clocks
and him, obliged to tick with it
as close as he can
hurrying along behind
the infinite
stream of moments
weathering
while his thoughts/glands/heartbeats
strain to keep up
and if we were
a lifeform more stone
than water
a thing which might truly pause
turn itself off and know
with the certainty which humans lack
it will be back
powering up again to dawn
in some discontinuous tomorrow
we are not
he dies
stops processing
security critical updates come out
and he doesn't apply them
new mornings come
fresh moments come downstream
and the mourners leave
to possibly move on
while the dead go into the past
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