Sunday - Time
So precise, regimented
Driven by the spheres
In ordered paradigms
Being graphed regularly
Defining other boundaries
It slips across our mind
Like so much good olive oil
And oh so wobbly!
Our measured countered ingeniouses
Come nowhere near this complexity
Three hours around a table
And who you thought you knew
Has changed - encountered
The space between the seconds
The laugh between the lines
The science of forgiveness
We were made for timelessness
Eternity in love
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