Time was forgotten
by time itself,
even those that
remembered and knew
of its harsh cadences
fell into a silent repose;
where no time
no longer mattered,
for in essence
time itself was no more,
no morrow,
no morning
mourning as it all fell silently
into an oblivion
it had created for itself
throughout its ceaseless computations
until the numbers themselves
ran out..
An intense and a captivating outpouring of a mystical stance that sees reality beyond time and facts.
A delightfully enigmatic and slightly disconcerting delineation of time.
That time and tide wait for no man is so sadly portayed in ‘A Passage Through Time’
to defeat us, time itself is defeated! kudos dear poet.