For most men,
Time moves slowly —
Oh so slowly
They don't even realize.
But time has revealed itself to me in
A very special way.
Time is a rushing, howling wind that
Rages past me,
Withering me in a single, relentless blast…
And then continues on.
I've been sitting here passively,
Submissive to its rage,
Watching its work.
Listen!
Time, howling…
Withering!
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