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Mar

01

1988

Years

by Stephen Messer

How immeasurable are the moments
Comprising a year.

How immeasurable are the years
Comprising moments.

How ostensible is this time,
Divided by man’s senses.

How illusory is the time,
Confining the senses of man.

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