Not At All (Hour 3)

Not At All
As Time wandered down the many paths available
There was/is/could be a sense of going no where
As it all red shifted about, flickering images of discrete packets of existence carved up an infinite amount of ways
Pausing and looking about is as foreign a perspective, as a single grain of sand held in the palm of a lonely child for comfort

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