Time is a river.
It meanders, never ending
Myriads of seconds pass
Eternally the present.
The fourth dimension calls us
Revealing secrets always
As the hand whirls around the clock.
Victory comes from time,
Ever more successful as I
Leap back through history.
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Poetry
PoetryI am participating in @EtherealPleonasm 's poetry challenge (because I think that it's a really cool idea). I'm going to post whatever I come up with here... Visit @EtherealPleonasm 's "60-Day Poetry Writing Challenge" for more info.
