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TIME A. Time exists in testimonials encased and framed. Each singularity proud and erect standing beside and supported by a lone consort. When recalled and rendered within, No pause is seen nor heard, except when played in very slow motion. From beginning to end we discern infinity and see the process as one motion never completed. In a blink of an eye, eternity exists. The story gets told in the afterglow; lingering as ripened fruit on an old tree. Revealing time as ringed markers; remnants of what was and will never be again. A collection of the Creator's intent. B. A sweeper follows your every vector locked in folds of a played out sector As procreator, with no beginning and no end that all before cannot amend. Thy sly requiem nestled beneath the sun appears to gloat in what's begun as ancient rhyme created by design and recorded in an eternal shrine. CAK 11-07-2013 SYNOPSIS: What is Time and Space? Hard to describe in human terms. When I think about life from beginning to end, it seems implausible to even contemplate but like a fool, I try.

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Date: 10/31/2018 4:12:00 AM
excellent didactic and instructive writings // written thoughtfully
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Allan Koven
Date: 10/31/2018 9:42:00 AM
Thank you Mahtab. I have read some of your poems and note that there is sadness in your heart as your expressions are laced with deep contemplations about love and acceptance. Well done! Allan
Date: 11/15/2013 4:13:00 PM
Such a huge concept. Nicely thought out and represented. Well done.
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Date: 11/12/2013 10:32:00 PM
Allen, in which ever way I view this poem, the concept of time... has no beginning nor end. I like to think TIME has no direction at all. Your a brainy right... haha..love this... Linda
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Date: 11/10/2013 12:51:00 PM
A perfection depiction of time, especially the "encased and framed" stanza. Ultimately, the end of our time will be incased or framed; good, bad, or indifferent, as they say. Awesome write. Ralph Sergi
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