We are the time. We are the famous

We are the time. We are the famous
presentation of unending desire.

We are the age, not the limitless
not the old, or the one that is new.

We are the infinite design of our
own mind, ingrained in thought without
regard of confinement of reality;
contained by physical edges.

We are unable to escape our fate,
travel a river with no end.

We are the terminated immortality.
Akin the not forgotten poet Borges.

Neurons do not etch their own circuits.

However, there is something that imprints
however, there is something that gloats


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.