there are moments
that are moments,
that are,
still moments
and momens,
that are
more,
than moments
when next you meet
such moments,
unending,
for hours
or give a fig
for,
and use those
moments that count,
from one moment,
to the next time,
and other times,
and time and again
in a new dimension.
of no such thing,
and none such place
marking time in space
and spaces
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