This is a little snippet from the history of the world as I see it.

..and here we take a break from history and make some tea.

A T for time and time transcends that demarcation line..

..between here and death.

When seconds hold your final breath..

..and in two minutes more or less you could tell it all.

Of how time falls into clocks and faces and lines those places..

..on the walls of wails.

Time blows the sails that winds windmills and spills..

..the hours into flowers that blossom and bloom

And time is doom an empty room a closed cold tomb at the end of days

It pays no heed but feeds on fear.

The hands of time tick somewhere near

To you.


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