Time
In the silence of the inner workings of the mind
The clocks hand spins quickly
As time swiftly moves yesterday into today and grinds
To rapidly move time into tomorrow
It's an expeditious game of moments.
And so this ride as it flies high as a thunder cloud and faster than the speed of light
Takes me always by surprise and to great heights
Broadening this humanizing experience
Keeping rhythm with passing instance
And all the while, enclosed tightly inside my intellect.
With awesome grandness of the future comes
Always forecasted by what most uncertainly hums
We blindly proceed with the most unnecessary caution
As the gestures of the universe
Fall into play
And this rapid game of unconfined moments
Perpetually primed pieces that last for all of eternity, yet the bestowment
So transparent yet with unknown complexity
Shall come and then go
At peace or at not.
Time at each juncture requires no justification
While movement to each instance is the one true certain in life's absolution
And we can be comforted by its inevitable eternity in strangeness of form
In the silence of the inner workings of the mind
And may once again, after our living days are done
CNK
