turning back the pages
                    of
                    one minute
                           requires
                          centuries
                      sighs,screams,
                  laughs,jubilation,
                  births,    deaths,
                  blooming,  fading,
                              all
                              beg
                              for
                              one
                           chancetorecreate
                           change each moment
                            brighten every scene
                              deepen all darkness
trillions of minutes
endless        pages
a tome   will   open
flap in the  wind
clash in a   different
                  century

only the scribes will notice and continue to mark the present
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