For time does not exist beyond a subconscious reality, and that subconscious is all we live from. We were born into consciousness. Of our surroundings and our movements. But more so of thought. How we use it and abuse it.
Time is only the distilled way to see,
How our minds have swept through bodies and lingering thoughts,
Only to end up right back where we started.
The first cycle of a clock.
Hence,
Time has it all in its hands.
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Inside a Clockface
PoetryA poem that took me to a very unique place about time beating out reality because of its crucial importance to the world.
