Now

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

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