Rift in time to self remind
the passing of the ages
Moments lost in heartache tossed
upon the turning pages
Lest we read the warnings lead
to loss or revelation
Found the strength in time at length
though there from our creation
Perfect soul ourselves control
unfold by imitation
Made to dance in happenstance
our only complication
Days to come when readings done
and pens do end their scrawling
the sands of time to slow and wind
the final trumpets calling
Still we fill the pages til
the falling of the curtain
Things unknown though time moves on
the only thing that's certain
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