Each Second Is The Last

Emily Dickinson

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Each Second is the last
Perhaps, recalls the Man
Just measuring unconsciousness
The Sea and Spar between.

To fail within a Chance—
How terribler a thing
Than perish from the Chance’s list
Before the Perishing!

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