What's Time Got To Do With IT
Love is just a time
measured out in moments under spelled
we come together
on somebody's whim
A wrinkle on the face of space
We could have missed it all in a wink
You and I were pressed
together in a blink
lashed as if by ropes of hash
marked forever for our fever
Too many prove that time trumps love
it all wears out
like sand erasers of a wave
goodby to love
tics time
before we bury our regret
in clocks of our own tocking
poem by Boink Boink
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