Counting.
Counting.
Counters. Countering confusion. Countdown.
5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - what - lift-off your expectations.
We fixate on the numbers but the world turns anyhow.
Heading towards another zero start, the clock wound back to nought.
Hard to be open, to leave the lid-lifting to whatever will arise.
We count towards our next encounter.
Cogs turn, springs coil, ready for the strike of the bells.
Empty diary spaces wait to be filled; one day rich with significance - the intricate glory of living.
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