Poem

Time and love have meaning,

only so far as we believe in them.

For when they lose meaning,

we do things only on whim.

We believe that truth varies,

from every woman to man.

For when that truth varies,

any thing can be believed in.

And when all can be believed in,

nothing can be followed as true.

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