artistic time can be
life living in a forest
lost in dense woods
zero time for words
as time shadow creeps
across a sundial face
time runs away like sands
gravity falling in an hour glass
sprinting down rabbit holes
artists are constantly dividing our time
Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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