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it's a funny thing,

what time can do.

it fills every nook of every space

in almost twenty four different ways.

it moves curiously,

slinking and falling around,

bending,

but always toward its next destination.

it can make an eternity pass in a instant

or drag a moment somewhere beyond forever.

it can hurt.

it can heal.

there are some things only it can tell.

and despite all the things it can do,

it continues without fininity,

without true definition,

in an unbelievably intangible network

of past, present, future,

and whatever may lay in between.

no matter where we go,

it follows.

no matter when we go,

it's already there.

you cannot contain time.

if you try to bottle it up,

you will only waste away its very essence,

and in the end,

although it has no end to arrive at,

you wind up right where you started.

it is perfect in its design,

its simple rules conducting an orchestration

of the most intricate elegance.

but do not try to understand

why it is the way that it seems.

just know that time is,

always.

Reviews

[Satellite Heart]

I enjoyed this piece. It has a nice flow and over all feel. Great Work.

[Krazy On The Outside]

Wow!
I love this poem!
It is one of my new favorites.