Out of which we reach

Time is a living being

undulating

from beginning to end to beginning

and the               am
that is               I
one blink             of its eye, my

joy, pain, doubt      my  very
thought -

all (in my time)      an Eternity
passed in the         flare of

one

sharp

second

one     tick          of an eye -
        but

my  short flight
my  slight space      in Time's

overall motivation -

burns bright within me, my energy
darts quick and hot to

touch the stars      a

brief arrow           a
thought shooting

through the darkness that cradles us all

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