Monday, February 2, 2026

 poem of the day February 2  

time is
the ultimate 
perishable 
commodity
unable to be stored
unable to be saved
rots immediately
has no shelf life
not for evan an instant
yet all of humanity
in its obsession 
to control time
has broken time
into past present future
creating all kinds
of spoiled delusion 

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