A. R. H.


Sitting in the vastness of time, a lie, so grime-
Yet sometimes we hurry up in time
Slowing time with moments that fill us-
Warm lustful sand, pristine sea muss-
Speeding our hateful divine-
Benevolent as our time is define
Controlling time as we fly prime-
Cherishing time as rare as lus
Sitting in the vastness
Aging to what degree of another swine
Holding true what isn’t true like a shrine
Calculations making our time a fuss-
Lies we live in what time confines like a truss-
Living in one of our greatest lies and inventions: time..
Sitting in the vastness

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