Year

Come all ye arbitrary
Distinctions, let me see
You line by line
Minute
Week
Year
Mile
Mind
Ah, we have ourselves
A set
Ripe fruit for the
Feast of the foolish
Identical twins with
Arranged marriages
To the other, an end
Of a story
Three hundred?
And change?
We plundered
And raged
Hanging upside down
In our cages
Across the desolation
We harvested
One step
One second
Look back
See reflection
In a house of
Mirror image
Latency
Redundant figures
Watch closely
As we configure
Another escape