what time is it? it is by every star
a different time, and each most falsely true;
or so subhuman superminds declare
-nor all their times encompass me and you:
when are we never, but forever now
(hosts of eternity; not guests of seem)
believe me, dear, clocks have enough to do
without confusing timelessness and time.
Time cannot children, poets, lovers tell-
measure imagine, mystery, a kiss
-not though mankind would rather know than feel;
mistrusting utterly that timelessness
whose absence would make your whole life and my
(and infinite our) merely to undie.
- e. e. cummings
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