Time
Spilled
Laying to waste
The past
Secrets great and small
Freed amass
Their fetters
Chains
Ago held fast
In truth
All must
Crumble to dust
At last
Fading to nothing
A dream so vast
The Ever present
Empty pages
Today shall fill
Only to Spill
Into history
Once again
Alas!
But it is the only
True task
Of time
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...alas, but it is the only true task of time! Spot on lady poet