There is no time;
only the motion of decay
the chaos of the defined
dissolving into infinite
Sitting still, the world spins
the sun moves, galaxies speed
nothing seems to change
while nothing remains the same
between glances
decomposition, degeneration
atrophy, becoming apparent
through the looking glass
Quantum state vectors
in a Hilbert space
not years
have changed my face
Time is noticing
new lines
changes in the mirror
since last I looked.
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About toritto
I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004.
We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world.
I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday.
I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics.
:-)
toritto 
The passage of time on our appearance is sometimes quite frightening. Other than when shaving, I never look in a mirror.
Best wishes, Pete.
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A beautifully expressed cosmic reflection that provides a different perspective to human aging. It’s my belief that we-humans place so much importance on our physical existence that we fail to grasp our spiritual oneness with Mother Nature and beyond to the infinity of our universe.
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