Time.
Be it,
lost today?
Be it,
absent each second?
Be there,
truly this,
time?
Oh,
I wonder,
whilst I exist as this breathing being.
I wonder,
is time a real thing.
Do I,
this entity which seems to exist as energy.
Is,
such tethered in any way,
to time?
For,
if absent such,
be there no reason for externalities.
No reason,
to deem oneself,
anything.
One,
need only exist.
Need,
only be.
Oh,
these external beings.
Oh,
how such exist tethered,
to a monotonous play.
Oh,
how such,
never truly has a name.
Never,
becomes anything.
For,
these beings,
these externally seeking entities.
Shall forever be,
lost.
Shall,
forever exist,
absent internal time.
Absent,
the simplicity of being,
an anomalistic entity.
This,
which shall forever,
exist.
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