Time

Time is fickle

Good moments fly by and the bad,

boring            ones                crawl               by

in

s l o w – m o t i o n.

Trickling moments carry

the full brunt of

the full expanse of

Time. Endless.

Miniscule in its scope.

Reminding me that

we have limited time

on this Earth.

Melting into

another inconspicuous

moment of

willing time

to move by.

Can’tFastForwardPastTheBad

and

slowdown

in

the

Good.

Living moments in fear of their end.

An enemy of decay

I will burn my body,

raze my temple to the ground,

before I allow time to slowly sink

its teeth into my

yielding flesh.

I see my grandma collect wrinkles

and I am

racing to collect memories.

My soul ages.

I swallow myself in moments.

Despite Time’s apathy I am

reminded that things are no more

than their sum parts.

Use your ability to hear, see, taste,

speak

Before time performs its final erasure…

As decomposition

of one

organism

may give rise

to many others, but

only if it has lived a rich life

can it enrich the lives of others.