Silent Count

by clippedtrust · 12/12/2025
Published 12/12/2025 14:12

The screen's dark face.

Then numbers, stark, begin

the slow, steady pace.

A small digital sin.


They shrink, unseen.

Three minutes for the tea.

A silent, cold machine.

It ends. Just history.

No sound. Just done.

#ephemerality #routine #silence #technology #time

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