Essential

Thu, 01/19/2017 - 12:10 -- Jzee

Time is an illusion drenched in space.

Unyeilding.

Unending.

It stares you in the face.

Look away and it does not.

For if it did you would vanish without a trace.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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