TIME

My time is not my weather,
But my weather has time —
Tides and seasons.

My time is another kind of thing,
It does not live in states of mind,
Doesn’t suffer divisions,
Discord, indecisions,
Illusions, delusions.

My time has neither wars nor storms,
No natural disasters or foreign bodies falling from Earth.

My time is rather a quiet walk —
It runs its course, infinite, until it ends.

And who says course,
Says discourse.

My time, yes, my time —
Follows all laws by gravity,
Exact rule,
Discipline.

My time, yes, my time,
A time with time,
Has to be time,

It’s time.

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