time muses

time is not our friend
she said
he never seems to care

never lifts the fear
or dread
of his not being there

she would lecture him
each night
tell him to be kinder

hiding in her bed
so he could safely find her

when her clock had run
he sighed
for all that he had lost

all he could have seen
through eyes
that saw the world star-crossed

in mortality
he thought
his point’s too often missed

as is life itself
for those
who use it to exist


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