With the tireless ticking of a clock,
The steady tocking of its heart.
No warping gear allows its falter.
Each moving cog plays its part.
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An hour glass with its moving grains,
Particles sliding in a queue.
Sparkling specks are the sands of time,
A flowing cascade falling through.
Can time flow over or run short?
Is it moving fast or slow?
Will it respond to external needs?
Only an hour glass or clock would know.
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Time is revered, time is neutral.
It isn’t long; it isn’t short.
Time is universally measured.
Time is all and time is naught.
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Time is the start and the finish.
Time is growth and degeneration.
Time is birth and decay.
Time is progress and stagnation.
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Retaining planets and the cosmos,
Pacing movements of machines.
Not to be manipulated.
Some may try, by any means.
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Last time, next time any old time,
But no U-turns can be made.
Making time or spending time,
No bargaining or trade.
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Time moves on but memories stay
Each must value their own time well.
Can we ever be free from the constraints of it?
Only time will tell.