Full Life
Days rolled on,
I could not track seconds,
Minutes I was barely aware of,
Hours I had perceptibly noticed,
And days rolled on,
Days rolled on into weeks/months,
Months also had to roll,
They did so into years,
By the time I finished one year,
And got on to the next,
I had forgotten most of the past,
And remembered it vague,
Like a film roll,
That had lost silver,
And was dull and bright only in patches,
Stumbling and strutting years rolled on,
I had not yet fallen,
I had a century,
perhaps more,
perhaps less,
life was a fixed time travel,
and an experiment to hilt,
In this life it is not possible,
That I could get it to unravel full.
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