The Merchant of Moments

Merchant of moments
Peddling the past
An hourglass high
A present that never lasts
Slave to silence
Disguising the deceit
A tongued tied echo
A truth that is never discrete
Time may beget actuality
Expectation elicits emotion
A turbulent torture
A sensation that's never chosen

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