Thursday, November 5, 2015

Worlds Of Time

(from The Book Must Burn)

Time is but a moment,
fleeting,
and undecided,
until it's there,
then gone.

We phase through.

With many souls
and many masks
for many lessons
from many tasks.

Every glitch
and anomaly
these worlds create
weave new fabric
from strands of fate.

We phase through,
and never notice
the change
until it's made.

For time is but a moment,
fleeting,
and undecided,
until it's there,
then gone.

We phase through,
and our worlds are never the same.

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