Poem
It doesn’t matter how time passes by in the present...,
Time is eternal,
Time has color and form/shape,
Its own color and form,
Colour and form that must be understood.
But it is much more than understanding.
It is space, it is color, it is form.
Time has form.
Adaptable, elastic / mouldable,
capricious/ whimsical.
It surprises and transforms,
when understood
in its INFINITY.
Time expands.
It collapses.
It breathes, opens up space.
Lets one be, or not be.
In the infinity of time
We all find each other.
Immersed.
Learning.
Growing.
I want to lose
All reason and knowledge.
Even understanding.
So I can really
find myself in time.
This incomprehensible time.
Time in the PRESENT.
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