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Perspective... from time...
Looking back...
Looking for pieces of lost time...
Looking for signs...
Looking for reasons...
Sorting through moments...
Trying to make sense
Of the doom...
Of the lost moments of life.
Somewhere in the words
That were placed like stepping stones
On the path to where we are...
Somewhere in our own words
Are little mysteries...
Marvels of thought...
As if... there was no "time"...
As if... all was "one"...
As if... nothing was really missing...
But rather... as if...
All things were a total and a whole...
A truth, perhaps...
That existed nonetheless...
Despite all else that lay along that path.
Little mysteries...
As if... the path led to nowhere...
But not really nowhere...
It led to... us...
And yet... needed no direction...
Because we were already there...
And the path...
The path was only filler
Filling space
When the truth was always there
No matter where we were.
Words... our paths... our lives...
Reveal a strange reality...
Like a time warp...
Time folding into and over on itself
Truths... that exist nonetheless...
Regardless of time or space.
What can we do... but... wonder at it...
Wonder at it
And try to fathom
The nature of truth.
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