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I wrote this poem over break for the literary contest but then I thought it might be of interest in this class. 

In seven days time

God made the heavens and the earth,

And left the relic

Just a flash of memory

Ensconced in the powerful tick

Of a clock.

Can we do nothing

But embellish our dreams,

Finding the truth

In a collaboration of life,

Death and rebirth?

But if an era is just a flash

Than insignificant we must be.

A clock caught up

On its time.

It's about feeling small and insignificant in such a large world. Knowing that you only have a certain amount of time here, but also questioning life after death, if not in the afterlife then at least through relations.