.
.
what time is it?it is by every star
a different time,and each most falsely true;
or so subhuman superminds declare
.
- nor all their times encompass me and you:
when are we never,but forever now
(hosts of eternity;not guests of seem)
believe me,dear,clocks have enough to do
.
without confusing timelessness and time.
.
Time cannot children,poets,lovers tell -
measure imagine,mystery,a kiss
- not through mankind would rather know than feel;
.
mistrusting utterly that timelessness
.
whose absence would make you whole life and my
(and infinite our)merely to undie
.
~e.e. cummings
.
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