Time!--thou art a churlish bitch that bites
My heels and drives me, blindly bold, to skirt
Oblivion, construct eternity
Carpe that diem, set the hours alight.
A minute burns easily, too slim to fight
The force with which ourselves we do divert
'Til hours blaze with ardent solemnity:
The tender rage of pyrotechnic rites.
To embers--Time--to dust, to fading light
We turn you. You return; sweet, inert,
To lay your chastened head 'gainst divinity
Fast fading from loosening sinews bright.
You settle over us like ash--thick, light--
Resurrecting slow...until we reignite.
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