Now is the end of times as it comes
Round the mountain of knowing
To the beat of four drums
Tis the end of all that we knew
Before one returned and begins anew
For fronted perhaps going the all ways
We've taken apart to call moments and days
Why is our line at the end of its tether
If its a knot that hold threads we are in this together
Ifinates add but do not take away
along the sliding rule gives us one more day
As we are drawn by expansion
Pulling the lines past the point of oblivion
Of the no time occurring in no sort of substance
Filling gaps that have no kind of instance.
Of the no time it will take for that data to move
To all points of reference that later will prove
Real and true and in the past
Of where the one is now since a moment won't last.
©wrennie
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