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  THE MOMENT I TRIED TO GRAB IT
THE PRESENT BECAME PAST
THE FUTURE WAS CONTINGENT
AND THE PAST WAS IRRETRIEVABLE

MY PLEAS TO TIME
TO PAUSE, REST A WHILE
TAKE IN THE SCENERY
UNDERSTAND AND EXPLAIN ITSELF
WERE IN VAIN
TRYING TO STOP TIME
I SAT DOWN
GREW OLD AND DIED
TIME DID NOT ATTEND MY FUNERAL

UNSTOPPABLE, IT SURGED ON
ILLUMINING EONS, LEAVING BEHIND DARKNESS

ramesh gandhi