We do not know the time we lose --
We do not know the time we lose --
The awful moment is
And takes its fundamental place
Among the certainties --
A firm appearance still inflates
The card -- the chance -- the friend --
The spectre of solidities
Whose substances are sand --
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Emily Dickinson
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