If time could be razed of meaning
With shards of relativity gone
If one didn’t think of a minute’s cessation
Or the moment a moment was born
If every layer of captivity
Would fall off the temporal wall
If pricks of stagnation and continuum
Would cease to rise and fall
If the time one knows stopped being the time one knew
And simply became memory, running free
Would one still lose it so steadily
And how long would forever be?
They bloom
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