TimeA Poem by MarkWe are immersed and can't really grasp what Time isTime is a valley deep, potted, and grooved Caught in the glacier above,we grind along involuntarily. Wide and bright, all encompassing We are blinded to all but the choices we make.
The moment is a wave cresting I'm sliding face down, Then falling into the next and the next.
Make a choice and slide by the rest pick out the moment each time you have to decide.
All other potential moves away, out of sight Moving off into different worlds, lost possibilities, yet existing sideways away.
Time is potentials and possibilities frozen only in the present, waves of spreading time the only rules should be
enjoy the moment and help others get free. © 2019 MarkReviews
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1 Review Added on January 23, 2019 Last Updated on January 23, 2019 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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