being a mountain.
The age passed in a blink
A transitional phase of think
The rock held my memories
as I dwelt in my reveries
I felt the molten core
That in my rage asks for more
I surrendered my own nowness
To see a scope closer to timeless
So that when i could grasp
The message born in a gasp
Time is the lea
Appointed for us to be.
That the ticking of the clock
Is watching and taking stock
That it will be the first to measure
At a pace it considers it's leisure
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