The ticking of clocks,
And the passing of day and night.
The swing of a pendulum,
A power out of sight.
Itself having no before or after,
Neither being free nor bound.
Caught between linear and cyclic,
With no proper definition ever found.
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Standing alone,
It has no brother.
Elementary particles interacting,
Each with each other.
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It never pauses, standing still, undecided.
Such a changing entity being illusory.
Nothing there is that goes beyond the sway of time,
Ideas like this are just delusory.
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A great eternal timelessness,
Seen through nature and her elements.
Its passage seen to beat in unison,
But this is only based on sentiments.
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Man made special by
His knowing that it’s there.
Those occupied with wanting more
Are hindered by the lack of where!