The Inward Side Of Time

 

 

 

 

I’m in a car, I’m all aghast:

I swear I see for driving fast,

That time is here, not just the cast,

But inward side I see at last.

 

At present speed that which moves by

Was not the lead or back will fly.

In center all is one on high

Like concentrate in front my eye.

 

I see it all as one for now

And last it will until I plow

Through side and out onto the bow

And then I’ll sit and wonder how.

 

For this the time I’ll try not think

Of outward climb into the out.

So back sublime I go to where

I look at time without a care.

 

 

 

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