Epitomic
A new start.
I happen when your back is turned
Then disappear in the mist
I’m there when you’re personified
And absent when you’re kissed.
I slip right through your fingers
Blink and I am gone
I can thread right through a needle
As years move swiftly on.
I have no atomic number
But exist in episode
My name is epitomic
Touch me I may implode.
Like a watch, I’m ticking
Maybe I’m a bomb
Please handle me carefully
So, we can carry on.
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When you lie asleep in bed
I move under your skin
I’m alive and electric
Closer than your kin.
It feels weird to live with me
I stop your pulse from slowing
You see I’m the computer
Keeps you alive and going.
I like the name you’ve given me
It’s short and economic
And more interesting than a pacemaker
My new name is epitomic.
So, treat me with significance
I reside inside your heart
And if your heart beats slowly
I’ll give you a new start.
©
David Rudder
2014
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