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It's forever unseen Yet I see its effects I cannot hear it But it echoes eternally I cannot feel it Yet its presence is always felt I cannot smell it But I recognise its scent I cannot sense it Yet it dulls my senses It goes nowhere But it is present everywhere It says nothing Yet it has its say It is endlessly patient But it never waits I seek it still Yet I never lost it I try to seize it But it cannot be grasped It never seems to change Yet it changes everything I try to measure it But it has no dimensions I try to relive it Yet it can only be remembered I try to halt it But it never moves I think I waste it Yet it cannot be preserved I try to save it But it cannot be lost I wonder where it went Yet it never goes anywhere I say it's relative But it's incomparable It can bring me joy Yet it takes it away It can inflict pain But it helps me endure It allows me live Yet leads me to die I always want more But fear its coming I wonder what it is Yet maybe I am it?
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Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 12:06 PM UTC
What, where, when... Why?
It's forever unseen Yet I see its effects I cannot hear it But it echoes eternally I cannot feel it Yet its presence is always felt I cannot smell it But I recognise its scent I cannot sense it Yet it dulls my senses It goes nowhere But it is present everywhere It says nothing Yet it has its say It is endlessly patient But it never waits I seek it still Yet I never lost it I try to seize it But it cannot be grasped It never seems to change Yet it changes everything I try to measure it But it has no dimensions I try to relive it Yet it can only be remembered I try to halt it But it never moves I think I waste it Yet it cannot be preserved I try to save it But it cannot be lost I wonder where it went Yet it never goes anywhere I say it's relative But it's incomparable It can bring me joy Yet it takes it away It can inflict pain But it helps me endure It allows me live Yet leads me to die I always want more But fear its coming I wonder what it is Yet maybe I am it?
A poem about everything and anything.
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52/M/Ireland
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 12:06 PM UTC
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