Time is inconstant and invariable
At once; it will not run in common ways.
It moves as it decides, and is as variable
As it desires it should be. A haze
Descends on me, and I believe the hours
Have disappeared as quickly as they came;
It lifts, and I am certain that my powers
Can subdivide a second, give a name
To halfborn instant moments atomized.
All swirls about, and everything is strange,
And yet the time goes on, as unsurprised,
Unchanged as ever. It can never change,
But never is the same; its alterations
Play havoc with my ratiocinations.
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