“Is time the wheel that turns, or the track it leaves behind?”

Ahm, neither.

I’d like to think that time, instead, is that rabid mare pulling the carriage (whose wheels leave tracks behind.)

and it gallops on and on, in a wild, mercurial pace, 

and it knows no rest,

nor any master.

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