time is like distance
objects on the horizon turn smaller
fading, wavering in the setting sun.
seconds, minutes, hours,
days, weeks, months
all passing beneath my feet
as i float further away
till the memory is but a spot
across the distance in my mind.
until finally the curving of the earth
obscures all sight of far away lands
and you are alone, without thought
without memory, without pain.
only time.
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