by Steve Tanham
Of Time
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Of Time I do not speak
Position and duration are my nouns
Eternal transition my verbs
Consciousness my palette
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The plucking of imaginary points
Is how you speak of time
Inferred and constant highway
Present only to the mind
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But passing time alone
Knows no such waypoints
It speaks, if at all, of watchers
Now present to changes, now not.
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©Stephen Tanham
Sun in Gemini 
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Love this, Steve. Time is a reliable source of fascination. 🙂
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Thank you, Diana. Some people have got close to comprehending it, I think, but we’d need to be more than human to live there…
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