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The fleeting moment passed by
as quickly as moonshine does
There has been enough wreckage
for a scavenger to find
a road strewn with serpents
dead, but eyes staring
at a secret gateway
that only the Medusa sees.
There will be no such moment again
for time is composed of a million,
billion, uncountable moments.
Moment in a moment in a moment.
An infinite number with no definite
purpose, of which all of life is based.
A moment will never be repeated.
So much as one might wish.
It will be like a photograph.
As it ages, it will be more valueable.
But the photograph fades.
The smiling faces whose names are forgotten
But the time they lived
will forever live on
until the same exact moment
comes again
as quickly as moonshine does
There has been enough wreckage
for a scavenger to find
a road strewn with serpents
dead, but eyes staring
at a secret gateway
that only the Medusa sees.
There will be no such moment again
for time is composed of a million,
billion, uncountable moments.
Moment in a moment in a moment.
An infinite number with no definite
purpose, of which all of life is based.
A moment will never be repeated.
So much as one might wish.
It will be like a photograph.
As it ages, it will be more valueable.
But the photograph fades.
The smiling faces whose names are forgotten
But the time they lived
will forever live on
until the same exact moment
comes again
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