Thursday, September 26, 2024

We do not know the time we lose—

We do not know the time we lose—
The awful moment is
And takes its fundamental place
Among the certainties—

A firm appearance still inflates
The card—the chance—the friend—
The spectre of solidities
Whose substances are sand—


—Emily Dickinson

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