We work with time
Not knowing how much
There is of it personally
While the world looks
Younger than we know
Though it's dying and a new earth
Is always creeping into being
We work with pictures
Sketches and water colors
Then we lay down the bricks
And decorate the walls
We worked with words once
But came to find them wanting
So now we work with silence
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