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The Fourth Dimension

Time, the fourth dimension,

has no beginnings and no ends,

The clock is man’s invention, hours,

thoughts and all intention, time transcends.

This peg, to which we chain

our lives of ill forgiving minutes,

Restricts, like goats,

to trample in tight circles,

Which have small purpose

and few friends.

We cannot remember

true what has been,

Or know what might be seen.

Corinthians one,

verses twelve/thirteen.

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