attempt #1

 
time clutched in a baby’s fist,
tiny fingers      tiny nails
touch the vastness, unaware
 
of its power:
s t r e t c h e d
like infinity on an unknown plane
to be filled with people,
places,
things
here today and gone tomorrow
carried by the ebb
and
        f
        l
        o
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