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Time…
We can not measure time beyond
The limitations of our marks and maths.
They are our measurements,
For our convenience…
My door is 40 footsteps from my gate.
What does that mean other than,
I need to check the letter-box?
Time is an Ammonite,
Once living in the salt of seas.
Their fossils a reminder… of immortality.
I listen to my ticking clock,
Relentless timer.. pacing on .
Within construed perimeters,
Nothing can hold it back.
Time is the great consumer,
And we’re its food… its tasty snack.
Kristine Byrne 7pm 2nd March 2023