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You talk about Time like it rests only on the axis of the world;

Earth bound and skyward the passages fly, minutes in miniature.

You speak volumes on tomes that can never be read in a life of time,

Yet somehow the knowledge is there, universally acknowledged.

I envy the knowing.

I covet the learning.

How to do it all in this axis of the world,

This spit of an earth and sky.

Too short our time,

So wasted our lives,

Just trying to decide on what to have for supper,

Or maybe the cat has fleas since we itch so,

Not on the realms of man and the fire within,

Just flea bites and ham bones,

 And what’s for dinner.