on which i do the unwitting dance of earth and fire,
time is a tunnel,
time is a road on which
i have no choice but to travel
until death arbitrates the end,
time is a ferry
on which the captain knows
nothing of destination,
time is a passageway in which
only the present shows some evidence of clarity,
time is a bridge
crossing the swift currents of change,
time is an escalator moving steadily
through the chaos that is its birthright,
time is a tight rope
on which i balance all my more precious illusions.
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