Mountain Of Days
P Patti Masterman
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Time runs on splintered heels
And flies like the clock's hands, once unloosed;
If you would climb the mountain of days,
Perhaps unchain, the fettered years
From lakes of seconds, in their sieves
Search all about the world, and find
Tomes where the tales in secret live.
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