If ever I could tell
one moment from the next
I would know where it all began
and when will it all end
And yet eclipsed in sublimity
waits eternity for someone to reveal her face
With time in hand the vanity of man
brushes past her again and again
So will you remain, to comprehend
what you perchance glanced in a moment of a moment,
Will you stand the anguish, the chains of that which
sustains all every moment or will you rather,
Take a handful of what remains
and create a treasure out of the moments you stole
to decorate your pretty trinket case
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