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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]

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As complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...

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Adam

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by Favorite_NPC

by Favorite_NPC

There is no one like Adam,
An atom,
A datum,
And always at random.

There, deep, he does reside,
Living in mirth,
Wandering all along this exotic earth.

He sees mountains and seas,
Tall trees,
And man.
He marvels at the sky,
The endless dots in the sky.

What were they called again?
Stars?
Flaming balls of explosives?
Stars sounded about right.

With his mind bright,
Adam ponded both day and night.
Day after day,
Night after night,
He yearns for wonders beyond the scarce white light.

For all the good he has become,
Adam still wanders, searching for his name.
In his life, he seeks the best,
And ponders,
Ponders,
Ponders,
On what it means to be mortal.

What does it mean to be Adam?
What does it mean to be mortal?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

So, this is why, my friend,
That Adam is exquisite,
At random,
A datum,
And no one like him.