One looks for signs and lines
revealing the last exit from time
from a stream that rolls on forever
until the last star fades away
it’s a secret place
without a trace
‘til the curve is too extreme
in the present
Shaped like a black hole
time flows upon a grassy knoll
thickening like syrup
flowing to scuppers
aging quickens dreams
leaking like cups
offering sacraments
to the corrupt
Where to watch the temporal flow
a train of living history
leaving mysteries to know
for the incomplete life
does have somewhere to go
through the end of personal time
In the temporal show
It may roll on to silence
virtual quarks ebb and flow
conserved the energy of time is less
the faster it goes
what to write, what to see
if human wisdom is folly to be
social discourse compacts wealth
with creativity subdued
to decadent health
martinets complete meaningless marrow
to reap a secular shelf
forgetful of the strait and narrow.
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