time moves slow, as seen in rational light,
But the existence of space is inevitably engraved in our shallow first sight.
This sight allows most of our decisions to be immediate,
Disregarding the secondary consequences.
I see this time as my life,
A life which ought to exist in the spherical conundrum of infinite memory.
The love which binds me to outward consciousness will never be wasted.
Never be wasted.
It would shame me to waste it.
I find through illumnation,
Addiction to the reality of these concepts is irresistible.
I wish to delay the hurried existence of the initial for a little while longer,
So i may bask in the tender sentiment of a moments passing.
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