Existence

Something dies

And something will yet be born

Conceit knows well its curse

Mommy’s little self-proclaimed king

Princess

Angel

Even so

Life patiently waits

Knowing its iterations

But weigh stations

Of compliance

Respites earned

Time’s infinite wonder

Knows only to continue

Its heroic purpose

The clock’s perpetual movement

The grand circle of circles

Measuring the dust we once were

Transporting anew

Today’s chameleon

Perhaps a beetle’s mantel

A simpler life divined

For now

How existence plays out

Remains the chess game

Where check mate is unknown

Where strategized simplicity

Carries forth the endless game

Winners and losers

But one

Save the black and white

Inventions of man

Until

The game itself

Becomes a passenger

Time’s circling bend

The warping vortex of focus

Always begins again

Even as digital time pounds its chest

The sundial’s smile

Remains hidden

In eclipsed movement

Conscious it will be alight

Eventually

Ever so slow

So patient

Remains Time

The eternal shadow

Coming and going

Peaceably

Knowing only

Its own inevitability

Time is what it is

And we…

We are what we’ll become

Even as life’s folly

Holds it can outrun its destiny

Its next unfolding iteration