It requires myriad careful movements
To build a relationship
A fraction of careless action
Sinks the entire ship
Egos fly high with wings of pride
Beating the breast for its foolish stride
Waxed lies that couples the wings
Melts and grounded by vigilant Time
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Time is an expression of how it is used. A thoughtful poem.