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STOPPED TIME
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Now is the past and the past is the future,
when the great window of dust in sight
folds into the vase of utter climbing,
rhyming vines that lead a journey into solemnity.
Across a mountain the tale turns,
wading through the deepest shallow,
finding a cordial minute mollusk
basking upon a silenced, spoken time.
The dreaming of a time so still
is ending upon all the wondrous
far away lines, where windows shatter
and songful vines twist and fall.
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