Time
One of the most complex expressions
Memory made manifest
It's something that straddles past and future
Without ever quite being present
Or rather, it at first seems indifferent to the present
There's a tension of a most unfathomable nature
The word desires to be understood, to have meaning
But you somehow feel that it's not you yourself
That the word is addressing
It washes over you, holding a dialogue with something arcane
That's maybe not mortal, and you feel intrigued
Captured, even
You're aware of a deeper existence
Maybe a temporary reassurance that
Indeed, there is no beginning, no end
And all at once, the outward appearance of meaning
Is transcended, and you find yourself struggling to comprehend
A deep and formidable mystery
All is transient
Does it matter?
Do I bother?
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