There was a time
without seconds,
without the tick,
without the minutes, hours.
Without the tock.
This time is a being, the closest to immortal,
and it is making its way to ours
on a voyage and we cannot step on it.
We can only tread through
if we are lucky,
and if we shall not deem ourselves so,
it is not time that will tell.
Whatever it speaks, it is too late for us to decipher
I shall yell out to the stars, your multiplying eye,
To the dust, all the thoughts gone by,
To the path behind us and to our sides
Not why.
We will shout at the top of our lungs,
on the cusp of consciousness
with our eyes shut tight…
where.
