Transient Time
Tempted to capture the wandering
Underused, vacant-veiled moments
That time throws asunder
Inside the down-spinning black
Holy space, hidden amazing in
Pure starry fields, flung loose,
Far-reaching, reality reversed;
Everywhere, anywhere,
Momentous no-place.
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