If time were a color
I’d be a prism of hues
in the kaleidoscope of space
forever shifting to red
I am everywhere and nowhere
yet nothing at all
a figure eight of infinity
not far from the start
Blazing like a comet
untethered in the sky
Soaring high I rise
I’m a snow leopard
wished for and cursed at
then not wished at all
I’m the past
stuck in the present
I cultivate history
picking ripe limes
I’m a wide-body piano
making sounds of time
Arrested in development
not growing at all
Looking within
like a grain of sand
stuck outside an hourglass
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