Time is.
It has no shape,
no direction
It doesn't move backwards
or forwards.
It merely is
In a place my poems have not yet reached.
But that's okay.
I will wait
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A Kuaked ReflectionA Kuaked ReflectionTime is.
It has no shape,
no direction
It doesn't move backwards
or forwards.
It merely is
In a place my poems have not yet reached.
But that's okay.
I will wait
A Kuaked Reflection 