The Seamless Ribbon Of Time

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The moments allotted
Are measured
In footsteps,
And recorded
In lines.
Calloused eyes
Now repel the light,
While
Crumbling fingers
Can only
Dance around buttons.
Mirrors and minds
All too easily lie,
But the spirit,
The flesh, both,
Grasp only
At truth.
Trusting that
The wails of
The body, soon,
Will become
The birth pangs
Of a new, of a
Never ending,
Love.
Peace
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