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Slipping Away

The notion of time
  a potion sublime

A bottomless pit
  the physicists fit

Today or tomorrow
  the future or past

As your arms wrap around it
 —your hands lose their grasp

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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