riddle

Tangible but invisible and difficult to manage without event notifications on one’s phone

Misery, it is, to pass alone

Nonetheless a pleasure to have at home

 It keeps going without batteries, even on Saturdays

Endless force with predictable ways

Coming and going like ocean waves 

Eternity in fragments made palatable with mathematics 

counting evenings and mornings and noons, yet always gone too soon

time.

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