Weeks, days, hours finite
Months tearing years disproportionate
Minutes, seconds frittered
as if they don't even exist
Past, Present, Future
inconvenience riving
Time could as if
be tattered to spares
and one could count
to infinity in a blink
A continuum ceaseless,
a circle with no beginning or end
Where Infinity is not far
from Zilch
and Eternity rides
the saddle of Death
Past making up
Future in the Present
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