Day 439: Delicate Steps
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i saw the passage of time
today
i actually witnessed it,
moving.
can a star see the milky way?
can a drop see the storm?
how can i
see my place
in this
all
but by the exactness
and consistency
of time?
we are compeers to the rock
that spins,
yet we do not feel it,
‘cause Facebook needs checking
and o-my-god-did-you-hear-what-she-just-did,
but peace.
and sit.
and time will reveal herself to you
like a fawn in the forest,
timid and moving
and always on watch;
a purposeful creature
that cares only
for delicate steps
and a cloak of foliage
so that you do not see her.
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