Epoch of Dis-Ease
Merchant of moments
Peddling the past
A hourglass high
A present that never lasts
Slave to silience
Disguising the deceit
A tongued tied echo
A truth that's never discrete
Time may beget actuality
Expectation elicits emotion
A tacit torture
A sensation that's never chosen
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