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The past has plenty of time

All the time in the world, odd

Cliche, once you dwell on it—

Metaphor’s classic mistake,

A concept as a substance,

A resource that can be spent,

Time as something can be had.

And yet, given time as kind

Of rhythmic change, its sameness

Periodic, countable

Waves not wild, the past contains,

Must, all the time in the world.

Even if time’s only God,

Concept uncorrelated

With material something,

The concept’s material

And all in the past, the past

That has all of it, along

With any everything else.

The past has plenty of time,

All of it and all of you,

And you have a little past.