The Myth Of Time Poem by D.N. Rebb
The Myth Of Time
Why invent this routine measurement?
A calibration of dimension
A meter of logical order
Affirming matter comes back again
Just conceive of its inexistence
A thought unreasonable you say
Where there is no unknown tomorrow
There too stands no history today
Lateness is a hallucination
All the numerous birds get the worm
We wake and sleep with the distant sun
As diurnal ocean tides confirm
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