Between the Minutes
Between the minutes lies the calm,
The quiet and peace,
Time stretched, revered, relished,
Dwell here as long as possible,
Function in time but live in the gaps.
In time the spaces become longer,
As the minutes grow short,
Until only the gaps remain,
As in time our time ends.
(Stoic)
Copyright © Stephen Allen | Year Posted 2012
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