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Time on my shoulder
Time sits on my shoulder
implacable
Time looks at me in the mirror
measures me as I walk
Time rides my breath
inhaling exhaling
Time condenses
with the early morning mist
swirling on the roadway
Time rises with the thermals
of heated air in the fields
flying to the setting sun
Time cycles the seasons
of the years' progression
From whence to when?
I see the faces of all the clocks
Second and minute hands circle
Numbers click and change
The spring uncoils
The pendulum swings
solemnly, steadily
Time ticks by
Time ticks by
in my pulse, in my heart
in my brain that ponders
What is Time?
How much time is left
to unravel
what Time is?
Time sits on my shoulder
The owl blinks,
time passes
poem
by
Tom Berman
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