Hours vast as oceans

Each an incalculable distance from its own past and future

We self proclaimed masters of time

Are mocked, cruelly, by our creation

Unfolding, slowly, eternity

Sixty incarnations blossoming and dying

Sixty times between each shore

Created time, bounding self perception

Hastening the end of happiness

Protracting insufferable dullness

Keeping ever sharp cilice sadness

As though time given name, has taken dominion

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