Butterfly thoughts made porcelain ahead of abstract absentmindedness.
We fasten to paths of aimless precision.
Presenting ourselves with the pressure of perfectly sectioned perception:
Beginning. Middle. End.
Until Timeless stifles the wind.
Reminds us of our l i m i t s.
Our guards down to the sound of measures.
And up again when faced with oblivion.
How time becomes a construct we build.
Counts of seconds to minutes.
We make time a business.
And spend it.
With hope to buy forever.
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You are already timeless. Time is but a construct.
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Imani Talim
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