A Moment

It is a sliver of space

An instance of infinite

Far reaching once

Nowhere going next

One or thousands is life

Two may be a rare chance

Each a prized possession

To lovers of the dance

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Fragments of the future

Particles of the past

Paradoxically, perennial

Yet always fleeting

Oft tenderly remembered

And always sought after

Anchors to the present

Their absence spells disaster

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Most are granted so many

Thus their value is lost

First wish is for one more

Second to hasten one's end

Life's great liberator

One never has zero

So here's tribute to you

The thankless hero