Poetry

A Flat Earth

Time and Velocity.
Abstract concepts
in a universe where
we run when we’re late
for very important dates.
But time is nothing
or everything
and speed doesn’t matter
or does it?

Pour dust on shadows
and they fade with the light
we see but can’t touch,
like the time that
doesn’t exist

or it might

and the speed that
doesn’t
Matter
is constant;

we are
what we are
whenever we are,
wherever we are.

Ever-changing
static
one form to another.

Lover to lover.

Words are shadows
that fade with the light.
Time is lost in a vacuum of
I love you,

Words of

a flat earth.

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