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time has no definite shape
though it feels somewhat like the formation of clouds
massing and then dissipating
building up billowing anvils in the sky
and then discharging great energy
I breathe the same air
recycled for billions of years
I am borrowing it
from the trees and animals which
were the first respirators of this new earth
this is why I owe this world
a debt
a debt of gratitude
a debt of responsibility to leave it as I used it
a debt to even the notion of time
a human construct
that the ages will not even recognize
time does not recognize me
even though I was here
I too shall be recycled
in time
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