Time, by Tom Mukasa



Time

You are an island,
Whole unto yourself,
meddlesome and fastidious.

You blunt surfaces,
You serrate edges,
You create illusion.

Who claims your friendship,
You who is clothed as pain and vain,
You who is slippery and indispensable.

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