he span of a second

is meaningless

the mind stretches if beckoned

contesting to all the stress

or it snaps in an instant

regard completely lessened


if one can travel

upon the mind

engage the time battle

and choose what to find

perhaps we discover the essence

completely unraveled


the depths declare

conjointly with sympathy

and create a pair

resulting in time instantly


feelings decide our position

so time manipulation is simply decision


an instant eternity within grasp

immortality truly in our clasp

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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