Time
absolute in succession
chases itself
to give the impression
that it is methodical.
Relentless
as it self righteously
ticks over permanence:
a period of effect and purpose.
How would it know?
Time never stands still
never casts a backward glance
Never to know the purpose.
Never to see the effect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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