seevision

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Time to time.
A minds maze
with corners to rhyme the matter.
But with lonely feel.
The first time is the 
first hidden century
that creeps up inside a cacophony
that seems new to relate to.
But some would say "stowed inside the new."
Could mean stowed by the hand.
An invisible hand and call it new.
How to use this first time
and see it rise
with each time yielding
its contents.





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The First Time