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Slipping Away
The notion of time
a potion sublime
A bottomless pit
the physicists fit
Today or tomorrow
the future or past
As your arms wrap around it
-your hands lose their grasp
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
a potion sublime
A bottomless pit
the physicists fit
Today or tomorrow
the future or past
As your arms wrap around it
-your hands lose their grasp
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
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Slipping Away
Slipping Away