Age's of Time
Ages of Time…
We split it into fragile parts,
Seconds, minutes, hours,
Measured life in numbered beats,
And called this structure “ours.”
Yet time won’t count what we keep,
It does not rush or wait,
It passes beyond our grids and lines,
Unaffected by our fate.
Time was never born of clocks,
Nor carved by ticking hands,
It stretched before the stars and earth,
Not ruled by human plans.
It runs its path, it never stops
Unbroken perfection, vast and free.
Yet never a glimpse has been seen by me.
Norman Van Etten
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