“Perhaps what we perceive is only signal, thin and small— a narrow band of truth, not truth itself at all.”

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Time

©️ 2026 Shelly Moore

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Feeling intensely nostalgic for a time I’m no longer in.

The clock ticks, the earth spins, fine lines mark our skin. 

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We cannot control it— at least not to our knowledge.

“The grand illusion,” Einstein called it.

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We time travel daily through memory and imagination.

Recalling love and tragedy with quiet devastation.

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Storing experience like data on a biomechanical hard drive.

Suffering through friction; possibly the very purpose of our lives.

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But I do believe we’ve reached a point, evolutionarily—

Where we allow those paradigms to simply cease to be.

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Until this very space and time we simply were not ready.

But pendulums swing and plainly stated— so do we.

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Consider our moods, emotions, thoughts— how they flow effortlessly.

Hermeticism spoke of this 2,000 years ago— called it polarity. 

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Joy resides on the same radio dial as grief.

A simple turn of the mental knob provides great relief.

Time’s the same, except in name, held in place by firm belief.

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Time, as some see it, exists on its own frequency. 

But still— a simple turn of the dial could fracture reality. 

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Our eyes are far more restrictive than most are realizing.

Apertures for this reality— allow a fraction in while simultaneously denying.

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Perhaps what we perceive is only signal, thin and small—

A narrow band of truth, not truth itself at all.

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We move as though through corridors already traced in air,

Convinced of forward motion, unaware we’re standing bare.

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And if the dial were turned beyond what the flesh could safely see,

Would we remain ourselves—or dissolve in what could be?

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The clock would tick no slower, yet none of it the same—

For time may be the question… and we, the answering flame.

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Click here to read it. 🖤

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