By Gerald Zipper
This is it
My personal terminus
The needs of my rebirth
Never again allow wanton weakness
Never again humiliated
Never again derided
There are no moments
Time has collapsed
Not another instant a victim
Not another tick or vagrant tock
No more seconds reeling at the edge of the clock
You can�t hurt me again
You can�t use me
You can�t abuse me
This the absolute end
What is left you ask
To keep my distance from the exploiters
To protect the precious granule secreted in my center
The prized speck you will never reach
I will be hard
Resolute determined
Until maybe next time
And maybe next time
And the next
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