john tiong chunghoo - Measure

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are we measuring time or is time measuring us? how old is time? where is its head and where's the tail? its beginning if not the end? does it go in a round or in a straight path? does it need space to realise its own identity? are we measuring time or is time measuring us? how old am i? where is the head and tail of this state of being, this consciousness? is it longer than time? Is it as old and large as the universe? if everything becomes sterile 100 years on, earth will be as quiet and red as mars time as ever goes on, a measure of the unviverse will time be sleeping then in the bossom of our consciousness? or will we be sleeping in its bossom instead, waiting to be resurrected, a component of matter, of time? a pendulum that goes to and fro, to and fro, to help us get a grasp of the universe and its workings john tiong chunghoo poemhunter.com/poem/measure-2/