Layer upon layer
you circle back
on yourself,
Moving away,
Out of my grasp.
Help me let go
of the reins
I claim to hold
on you
Pull me in
To the beauty
Of your accidental present
Your surprising future
Release me
from your ticking line of history
Drawn by so many
Accepted by few
Ease my ride
through this
(oh so short)
slide through
time.
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