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Time, ever present 
Fleeting ghost 
Like a dream it will send you drifting 
Floating like a whisper 
Through a sky of echoes 
Drowning like a thought 
In seas of color 
Adrift in sleepy detachment 
Like an infant 
Fixated on a clown mobile 
Dangling above it's crib 
Until a memory grabs you 
Perhaps the smell of vanilla 
Or the barely heard barking 
Of a distant, restless dog 
As you lay in the quiet moments before sleep 
And you are back in the warmth, the comfort 
The shadow 
That is yours alone

Time the Ghost