Duality of Time


Time is a Murderer,
a cutthroat assassin
that ruthlessly slits the throats
of the people
and places
and things
you love.

It is an endless parade
 of marching seconds,
a patient and silent
Teacher
with no agenda or will,
who nevertheless.
brings you growth, wisdom,
and intelligence.

Yet while Time grants gifts,
so it takes them away,
dulling your senses
and your mind—
as it must,

T’il the body
crumbles to ash
and returns
back to
Dust.

Erratic Crow

VT

18 years old

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    Brittle boredom bourne in my bones
    Soul aches from lack of breaks
    Wish to wait in willful wanderlust

    But time keeps on ticking
    Sand keeps on trickling
    Through the hourglass
    As short seconds pass
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    O fickle Fortune,
    O capricious Chance,
    what an erratic tune
    to which she makes us dance.

    You cannot full escape her,
    yet may run far or draw close.
    If Luck’s absence you prefer,
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    I see
    glass, but nothing
    myself.
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    wonder begets
    reflection,
    many find marvels in
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    in marvels find many.
    Reflection begets
    wonder.
    As for myself,
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    see I.