Morning

Time is infinite…
Yet we count it
Infront of each new dawn
Lies eternity
Yet we curb it
Bottle it
Date it
Month it
Year it
Wrap ourselves in an illusion
Maybe that we are exempt
That our moment is special
Well dont look now pal
A temporal avalanche doth broach

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