YOU have not stamped
Space and time, for
My silent consumption
YOU work my form
Creating and annihilating
Radiating my ruin
It gives wings
To my Paradox, twin
Life or death are not
Older than my thoughts
Every pore opens up
Sipping thy every construct
An illusion too!
Your abounding abstractions
Are only for the clocks
And rulers of the expanse
My growing up
Is ageless, as
YOU have not stamped
Space and time!
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