474
one
more time
time
is
all tricks
we
fall for it
step
up
is
there an arrow only?
our
time is elsewhere now
and
it will come
we
have appeared out of nowhere
serendipitous it was
we're
lost to it
and
make it up
look
into the mirror
see
ourselves before
'please
stop', we say
when
it's too much
we
make up time
and
it will tell
it
presses on
in
the teeth of truth
sand
flows
the
river's still
dust gathers over
until now
that
puddle in which leaves
reflect
seasons
take
the vanishing point
come to the bare limbs
bear with
all
things past which
we
live
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