time travels like a
maiden river
swaying through the
land, snake-like
it takes its leave
to sneak or roar
as we count quickly,
how it goes
and yet, we make the
most of it
to sail through its
measures
whether day or hour
or minute
it can sashay
through our lives
infinitely being a
grand master
watching to see us
hold our breath
and laughing,
bellowing that it should pause
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