Time is nothing
Not a thing
It has no beginning or end
Only defined by what we bring
It has no form
Yet we see it this way
We use the sun
The night and day
It is used in aging
In whats and whens
We use it out of context
again and again
People live somewhere within it
In its menacing hold
They pick a place to reside
doing as they’re told
Time destroys the present
The only true place
In a vastness with no ending or beginning
Empty space
Very Nice.
Blessings
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Thanks. Blessings, Stephen.
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