Of Time
by Steve Tanham
Of Time—Of Time I do not speakPosition and duration are my nounsEternal transition my verbsConsciousness my palette —The plucking of imaginary pointsIs how you speak of timeInferred and constant highwayPresent only to the mind—-But passing time aloneKnows no such waypointsIt speaks, if at all, of watchersNow present to changes, now not. —-©Stephen Tanham
Sun in Gemini 
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