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timeXdistance

Oh!
How is it
We’ve aged

And

How have we
Gauged
The distance
And difference
And the time
In between
Us?

Are we sepia-toned
Cold blue,
To the bone
Tried
Sometimes to be true
To
Only ourselves?

Or black-white
As in which
Should come
First
In order
Of choice
Or in order
Of consequence

How is it we’ve

Aged
And how have we
Staged
A threshold
Of chapters
Each Unto
Itself?

Where have we
Been
And where have we
Gone
And did we come back
Or did we carry on

And to where
And to what
Did we satisfy
An aim
Or was it
Just a mystery
As in
‘What’s in a name?’

Yet time has
Become
Distance
And dash
Is the difference
It quite simply
Lies in a brash
And simply
Unordinary
Debate and decline

To the question
Throughout
Your, and my
Time
Does it matter
A whit
Or matter
A bit
Of dust and confusion
Sorting through
It

Or black-white
As in which
Should be first
Are our actions honest
Or simply rehearsed?

To find there
A truth
Not wanting
To be found
Thus this distance
Or difference
Goes round, goes round

To the point where
Both lines and
Memories collide
As we stealthily
Seek what we
Now see is outside

Of the time
And the distance
And the engulfing
Years
And all that time wasted
Washed away
In our tears

To a time which
Is captured
Now here in this day
Allowing me finally
To stand up and say

How is it
We’ve aged
And
How have we
Gauged
The distance
And difference
And the time
In between

Us?

©michael moore 2018