time is not consumed it floats us
fireflies winking out their season
extended as imagination dreaming
renewed in the instant of creation
time is not consumed it gathers
welcoming event and punctuation
wavy shaped by movement within
without extent or visible boundary
time is not consumed it is now
and everything else or never ever
ready infinite horizon if you think
it holds you like a darling babe
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