POEM: An Angelic Take on Time

"We, who move through this world, have varied gifts," said the angelic figure who saw the world without time.

She could hold infinite temporal cross-sections in her mind at once. Though she usually focused on one time at a time as you and i might focus our vision on a bird sitting on a lamp post - knowing that one can shift one's visual attention at will.

Her mind snaps from mundane moments to the nearest frenetic second - be it tragic or festive. Just as your eye would snap from the bird on the lamp post to a furry canine shape, trotting into one's periphery; her mind snapped to the "good part" of the story.

While you may think yourself either alive or dead, to her you are a Schrödinger's cat of both alive and dead, but her mind always wants to snap to the second of transformation.

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