time is the lit fuse that
cannot be extinguished
the invisible fire
that forever lasts
I acknowledge the construct
minuscule to immeasurable
in my hand
I feel the passing,
the weightless artwork
moving forward
the day is numb to the
night is numb to the day
I have love and loss
I have joy and sorrow
each advancing
ablaze then forgotten
on the burning line
(Image from patientkeeper.com)
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