Cubic Time

How much attention do you pay to the passage of time?

Sun,

blinding,

staring down

on asphalt ground.

Sweat,

falling.

Noon-day rush

in city crowds.

Voice,

calling.

Incessant

chatter, nonsense.

Space,

planar.

Regular.

Regimented.

Time,

varying.

Cubic.

Sinusoidal.

Voice,

screaming.

What it says?

Look at the sky!

Sweat,

drenching.

Ragged breaths,

oppressive air.

Sun,

blinding,

staring down

on dust, debris.

Space,

demolished.

Fractured.

Fragments.

Time,

constant.

Linear.

Continuous.

The End

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