Time flagrantly bites the day,
Wordlessly chews it away,
Hiding in frantic turns and twists
The tongue of havoc, chaos, anarchy.
Perceived as running, in truth
It stands quietly watching,
Waiting for us to find it,
Furnish it with meaning,
Beyond which it is meaningless,
Until it bites.
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