Like Socrates she understands
that life cannot go unexamined,
and although this fragile pair of destinies
is lived beyond my scope, at least I pour
my red pen’s freight of ink on their side
of the scales, as if we didn’t know
that this won’t make apostrophes
impeccable, orthography immaculate,
as if we couldn’t tell how it will be
with running clocks and no one
whispering It’s time for a full stop.
Time puts a stop to hopes like these,
restores the natural balance,
counts them out.
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