Time Oddity

   Comes and goes,
   back and forward.

   It turns again and again.
   It changes its snake skin.

         Yet...

   It stays
   the same as always.

   A winter's coat left behind,
   hanging from an half open door.

         And I...

   I am standing,
   somewhere staring.

   I, on the mirror looking through another side of myself.
   I, the time traveller of nothing else... but me.

         Against...

   The clepsydra's eye-glass,
   one sand face still gold...

   whilst the other already fades
   in the deep sea of my own memories.




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