Time

 

Time

The infinite space between life and death

Expanding contracting held in a breath

Lost in a moment born in a wave

Warm at the birth cold at the grave

 

In between we fail to measure

Add subtract hurry treasure

Learn expect wish and dread

Wake from slumber sleep abed

 

All the time, all the space

Held then wasted falls from grace

We own we lose we keep we think

The grass grows tall, we merely blink.

blinkTime

◄ Plastic

Harry ►

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