Tick Tock

Between the minutes lies the calm,
The quiet and peace,
Time stretched, revered, relished,

Dwell here as long as possible,
Function in time but live in the gaps.
In time the spaces become longer,

As the minutes grow short,
Then only the gaps remain,
As in time our time ends.

Stoic Poetry

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