Time's axis is
Horizontal it
Exists on each
Side of us stretching
Out like wings

And it moves with us in
Phalanx and we
Move along its line
Right to left
As we live.

It is not a vertical
Thing moving
Before us and gone
Behind, all our
Seconds are with us

Now: their past and
Future are
The two bright wings
That help us fly
Our lives, live

Our beings.
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