Exacting figures of time are elusive,
hiding in corners of imagination,
trying to keep out of the spotlight.
On sides of rhythm, going faster than
any race horse traveling down the
straight away.
Falsely proving an amount of steady
pacing, then going off on a tangent.
Provoking an amount of energetic spasms,
as they fall away.
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