To connect the dots
obviously, before time
creates perceptions
ordered into slots
not that we can imagine
needlessly, a mime
eating conceptions
connecting the dots with light
transforms a famine
that all time is one
how time, before the big bang
explodes as a pun
decisively, fang
or claw, to defend our site
time implodes dharma
seen within karma
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Imagine that time
moves within our perceptions
as if a straight line
gives meaning to crime
in the street or in our homes
now these deceptions
emerge as a fine
torn away from what is real
how we write these poems
as if what is right
takes place before our own eyes
time becomes the light
if past the disguise
maybe we could break the seal
even solve the prime
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