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Time stops its shaggy head and lies down on the concrete steps of the courthouse. Ten blankets of truth keep it warm. It’s homeless in the winter.
Time’s dry claws click on concrete cities as music plays. Time is immortal rhythm shaped like a tiger made of wire and rubber bands. Time is a story kept in the dark and fed ideas. It’s a sculptor that lives in the firsts between the seconds.
In the spring, time wears a fur of long-stringed kites that arc and dip playfully in the oncoming downdraft of summer’s laughing blue sky.
It steals and catalogues the best moments while pushing the entirety of existence forward. Time gives entropy capability. It helps conclusions become words on paper. Time is a friend to anything that flows.
In the fall, it wears orange Halloween thanksgiving balloons attached to every piece of spine. The balloons shrink as slow leaks take their toll and the temperature drops.
It curls up in the house of our hearts and furs the inside of our veins.
In the summer, time is the price of forgiveness.
Time crawls while we walk beside it crying. Time flies while we ride its back, laughing in the sky like a child with a pet dragon.
In time, we will all be folded into sleep.
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Time’s dry claws click on concrete cities as music plays. Time is immortal rhythm shaped like a tiger made of wire and rubber bands. Time is a story kept in the dark and fed ideas. It’s a sculptor that lives in the firsts between the seconds.
In the spring, time wears a fur of long-stringed kites that arc and dip playfully in the oncoming downdraft of summer’s laughing blue sky.
It steals and catalogues the best moments while pushing the entirety of existence forward. Time gives entropy capability. It helps conclusions become words on paper. Time is a friend to anything that flows.
In the fall, it wears orange Halloween thanksgiving balloons attached to every piece of spine. The balloons shrink as slow leaks take their toll and the temperature drops.
It curls up in the house of our hearts and furs the inside of our veins.
In the summer, time is the price of forgiveness.
Time crawls while we walk beside it crying. Time flies while we ride its back, laughing in the sky like a child with a pet dragon.
In time, we will all be folded into sleep.
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