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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required TIME TIME TIME Time again; Time again and again; Time the sigil of violence, Time begets silence TIME: 'twas the word was spoken TIME: the line that has ended TIME: the separatist guerrilla TIME: the racking of gaunt mind, spuming hubris and pariahship Why subject yourself to this?- You particulate, You lump of curdled shore-kelp? Why live apart from the many, the One that was once naught but is now Zero- Does it not insert itself- coiled- at death and at entry- Does it not loiter in the androgyny of divine passing's future-past same-shame? My sigh, my lord, my why and accord Nothing but moments- what aft-hand had meant was Nothing but Nothing Let me leave, let them live, let them find it in spite of it. What is this, what is that, it be not this, be not that. Drunk, flunking, lapsing, relapses- All for, as it seems, a same-wise score of disharmony- Not my lot, Not what I jot, Not what I thought, Not in my court. This and That, in Time that is always and ever Time; TIME; TIME; TIME. Sort of like the end of all things, Much alike to the King of Finality. Will your One reign supreme over the auspices in that sublime untime?- Look again, read it back, think and drown, have you frowned? It is the horizon, It is the cloud, It is the unknown- Behind the great shroud; It is past elapsings- In the fidelity of formlessness- And the loom still will skein; and the wheel still in spin. Won't be found in those long-lost lostlings' scrawled out words, you see?- Won't impart in overcast nights, or be interpreted behind the black of eyelids- Don't You See; Can't You See; Can I See; Are You Seen?
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