Slow hours ticking in the breeze.
A cat tip-toeing under a car.
What is this secret you carry with you?
This bewildering confidence
that you'll never be erased?
Isn't time passing for you too?
Isn't history gnawing at your door?
And yet, this soft economy of time,
of knowing it is both worthless and priceless,
has turned you into the most powerful of nations
and is slowly eating you from inside...
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