Poetic Caresses

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Time elapses; trepidatingly, excruciatingly
It drips from its continuum to surround us
Forcing us forward, willingly or not
Inexorably toward our future destinies

Like ants in an anthill we march forward
Unaware of the gargantuan forces surrounding us
We trudge though our days, with or without purpose
Lost in our own thoughts, oblivious

Its force absolute, but yet, perspectively variable
Individually crawling by or speeding forward
Caught up in its web we struggle forward
Or are swept unwillingly by its mach force

Invariably we are subjects to its power
Unwittingly at Time’s command
Continuously struggling against its iron will
Perpetually caught: until we run out – of time

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