Time is an elusive concept.
It's woven of an illusory thread.
Time is something to percept,
and is undoubtedly widespread.
The fabric of time is an interesting one.
It cannot be seen or held,
nor can it lose or have won.
And yet, we are under its spell.
The tapestry time weaves across.
It weaves on forever and never fades,
nor is ever lost to chaos.
It is immaterial like the shade.
Never beginning,
Never ending,
Never fading,
Never feeling,
Never leaving.
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