Revelation

Time

(infinitesimal

fragment}

bounces

in playful

parabola

over bridges

rainbows

and rooftops

as the scythe

of an implacable,

head-collecting

weapon

(seduction

of the senses

its target;

reduction

of flesh

and soul

its ultimate goal).

Abiding

its rhythm

embraces

the ever-present

generous

instant:

nothing more.

We are left

to mend the wounds

of continual

unequal battles

unwilling

soldiers

of time

unwanted

orphans

of life

uncommon

children

of death

unyielding

puppets

of fate.