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Time

Time

The old common arbiter, the healer of all things, the teller of all truths: Time. You are a god, and I wear your talisman on my arm. I perpetually gaze upon that counterfeit countenance, your potent, ticking charm. The symbol of your omnipotence circles my wrist like a handcuff, binding me to your power. Time, I am your slave! You govern my every action; when I rise, when I eat, when I work, when I play. Without you there can be no life, no music, no movement, no breath. My very pulse is enthralled by your ceaseless rhythm. The changing… Read More »Time