ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD
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By Birdbones
Time picks its teeth
With the bones of
Human endeavor
Devoid of form
Streaming boundless
Mercurial in appetite
Its shadow inescapable
Expiring arbitrarily
No encores chambered
A ruse in measure
As no more exists
Than ever has or will
Reliant on its passage
We live, we love
We hurt, we heal
Its taste for irony however
Insidiously
Pierces hapless souls
Moments spent living
Moments spent dying
Cruelly interchangeable
Infinitely entertained by
The zero sum
Of our existence