I see, Time, how you prepare your spirits
tossed upon the cosmic breeze. Lonely seas,
talk to me! I can listen while I fit
your moments into mine. Do you agree

to fit me into you? As Time ends, see
how eternity can expand like winds
epiphanies. There is no guarantee
that liberty of mind will help rescind

proclivities of earthly life. Space ends
above infinity, movement ceases
below completion. When Time’s rebirth bends
its shape, they’ll be no escape, just pieces.

So, Time ends. And the reaction to the
action will shower your I into Me…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/26/04