#13) Ode to Time

One last time for a first encounter

One less moment spent in stasis


Forgetting the gales of a distant past

Moving forward into a fresh memory


Daily we drift in a circle, never ending its repetition

Seek to break its fragile border, if only for an intermission


As the moments stack up, and time slips away

We all begin wishing, for more in the day


But try as we might to slow it down, the time never fails to hit the ground


And no matter the course, it falls away

Leaving nothing to chance, and less to say


With each and every old new day


We find ourselves, then die away


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