A piece of prose which approaches some ideas of how time can change or at least how our perception of time can change.
The time came when hushed voices prowled the air,
When toughened belts reigned heavy upon the waist.
The time in which time itself hangs aloft in the balance,
When the clocks clacking click quietly softens to null.
The time in which all that is seems to slip and slide,
When the very fundamentals of vision are challenged.
The time in which all that was is and all that is was,
When time fluxes in and out upon itself to recalibrate.
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