Time

The minute hand clicking by

time running away with the days

merciless face

emotionless ruler

 

Time kisses each face

with a little bit of death each day

each day a staggering soul blown out

and a baby born

 

Calculated time, cold as steel

yet, decaying morals celebrate

breath and blood in their beautiful souls

despite the laws of entropy

 

Time is the shell, the measure

Life its inhabitant, its substance.

 

 

© Kristen N. Rea and WildFire Dreams, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Kristen N. Rea and WildFire Dreams with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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