The paradoxical power of time,
constant forward motion.
Never to cease,
always evolving,
deteriorating,
flourishing
everything at once.
Ignoring time,
only expedites it.
As repetitive ticks continue,
we can stop,
must stop
to appreciate
life, love and people.
Grandness surpassed
by time alone.
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