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Jun 2015
Time is an illusion
A mindless exclusion
The best and the worst
The last and the first
The past was a risk
Does the future exist?
It travels one way
All day
Clockwise
Then comes sunrise
Time and space
An endless race
Seconds go by
But why?
Time will end
Space will bend
Perception unravels
The mind, it travels
The thought it takes
Make no mistakes
A theory until
With adequate skill
Proof is found
The truth, unwound
We now know
How it shall go
Always, forever
Through every endeavor
Time is present
Space is pleasant
A partner, a friend
Joined till the end
(Can it exist?
The thought is dismissed)
How does it pass?
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  24/F/The Enterprise
(24/F/The Enterprise)   
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