I am ever present
Breaks are for slackers
I am the delivery person
For all things good or bad
I am timeless and timely
Time is a tool in my belt
Right next to age and space
To the left of light
I carry the universe in my back pocket
I am beyond reason, thought or explanation
I am the only constant in a transitioning world
I can wield the seasons like weapons
Fall to wither leaves
Winter to chill bones
Spring to brighten moods
Summer to relax
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