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Aeon Echos
This time extends beyond the hours limiting and by a seconds measure adds the tempo reverberating echos listening to the beating heart of stars Universal out breathing seems slow motion in eternity boundless by it’s velocity blurs in my vision the invisible wings of a bumble bee Time to its end is beginning becoming time by it’s confines of minutes makes this senseless echo eventually I am told the timeless will end So there above me in the silence of infinity hangs there a ticking clock and from moment to moment in an instant remains unchanged Time by any other standard remains nonexistent if this great galactic wheel should judge life by its own pulse and still in its echo count the hours And so by each days separation each years numerical definition tally the Aeon in the calendar of counting stars Do you know where you are It asks me Or by the steady flow of gears and springs and yesterdays urgency in this mornings alarms find yourself calculating years does eternity whisper into your ears can I soothe and comfort all your fears tactile property reach me gently I am waiting I am here
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