October 1, 2019Poem
It is not real
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It is not real
Not an object
With mass
Cannot be tethered
Hindered
Destroyed or repurposed
It is invisible
Never returning
Even when called
Brooks no delay
Ringing a change
Even when nothing
Seems to happen
Use it well
Be wary of its ways
As its passing is inevitable
The result of an indefinite
Measure
When taken
It has always gone
It has past
Without future
Can never be stopped
Unlike a clock
It has no hands
Uncoiled spring
Or counterweight
It is not a pendulum
Or a stopwatch
It just is
Until one day
For you
It is not