Shards of Time

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Shards of moments
Inconsequential slivers
Of seconds
Slip silently
In some
Invisible stream
Moments chipped from blocks
Of hours
Broken fragments
Too minuscule to gather
They speed away from me
And mock me in their going.
I seek some grand design
Some noble narrative
To gift some purpose
Yet life is simply
Shards of time
Slivers of inconsequential moments

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