The Time Is A Cliff Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The Time Is A Cliff



The time is a cliff
To climb through and go
Epochs and its riff
Like waves to and fro

Understandings to comprehend
Is inside every fall
Like the forces extend
Structure of its wall

Each day has instance
Set out to become
Somewhere in trance
To where time is from

The circular motion
Of the waving’s going by
From space magnet ocean
That gives us grounding tie

Cliffs steep and high
Shall become dust
As time away will fly
In tomorrow to adjust

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