I know not how time soars

thro' ebony-wrapped nights

thro' sun-soaked days

on the backs of steady plodding clouds

how it can twirl a planet 

in the dance of life

and we feel nary a thing

how a child can look in a mirror

at their faithful reflection

and realize- a child they are not

how we can even grasp the concept

of all-seeing, all-knowing thereness

subtly pushing us forward

until the end

The End

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