Emily Dickinson Poem

We do not know the time we lose

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We do not know the time we lose –
The awful moment is
And takes it’s fundamental place
Among the certainties –

A firm appearance still inflates
The card – the chance – the friend –
The spectre of solidities
Whose substances are sand –

Water makes many Beds
We introduce ourselves

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