for memories that werent just memories
even if it were just for those precious moments
none to tolerate the rest of the world
for it was around us it rotated
for it flew past, in squirts, with cruel generosity
yet moments seemed etched in stone
stretched to eternity, moments momentary
for it was around us it rotated
for time started here, stopped there
yet threads of time interwined
upside down, twisted, inside out,
for it was around us it rotated
for those metamorphic images
even as time runs by
remain. Gripping.
for it was around us it rotated
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