Time Around


She has seen all of our birthing
And all of our deaths

In between, Time is alive
She blows the dust off your dreams

Perhaps you no longer want them
Time decides to include them

You part the browning reeds
In that endless loop of river

You think you will grind your rough edges
Yet all you do is float and wave goodbye.


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