I would lock you in a tiny, blue bottle
And throw you in the restless ocean
You'd fall effortlessly on a bed of shells
And weed would spiral around your shapeless curves.
I would blow you far, far into galaxies of dust
Where no light could ever reach
You'd vanish in a fuzzy, silent darkness
And sleep deeply on top of clouds.
I can't se you with my earthly eyes
Yet my soul can feel you pulsating,
In each breath that I count,
In all those sounds, which decompose.
You're here to remind us that we're on a journey,
You signal us your presence in each our breath
And make us glide in your fake steps.
I illusory find you in the stillness of the mountain rocks,
I touch you in my inner strings.
I would burry you in sand castles on the beach
But your sacred fragrance would escape
I would hang you by the Sun's rays
But then how would I know that I'm alive,
Who are you, Time?
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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