London Poem: Day 17

3 September

Archaic stone, grey and lifeless
Stands warm and vibrant
As generations curl beneath the ageless facade.
The inanimate outlives the living,
Growing over time.
But what is time to the non-living?
Time is the object with which
Objects gauge themselves next to other objects–
It means little
What there is: You and It.
The two tangibles,
One receding, the other growing.
Time only acts to put a frame
Around the unknown
By defining the undefinable.

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