I see time's new face, linear but parallel,
His time and her time and my time and your time,
But then they connect, loop together,
Wind around as on a cribbage board,
Having grown a beginning and an end.
Finally, time introduces itself
As a doorway through a doorway
Through a doorway, to the limits of sight,
A face for nothing but more of yesterday.
and I have no ideas but sleep.
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