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  1. Time

    The swift movement of time shakes my bones.
    The inevitability of its judgement throws stones.
    It’s rushed flight is lost and found.
    And is driving us home-bound.
    What awaits at our destination is little comfort.
    And it’s bitter treasures aren’t for import.
    I can’t halt the willful procession.
    Or slow the powerful progression.

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