An Inner Inquisition

Timing is everything
Timing is gold
Sending our signal
Out into the Fold.

Wandering spotlight
On moment
On space
Leads us to now
To where we must face.

Beyond this mere slice
We must reach
We must grasp
To seize the ordinary
Audibly *gasp*

A shock to the system
Of mediocre life
But what would we be
Without inner strife?

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