That 'Only Time

 

Substance collects,

As it sometimes will.

When vacuums premise,

Neglects it’s fill.

 

Witness be starlight,

too distant to care.

Temperature, Momentum,

A Temporal flare.

 

Will there be chaos?

Will there be heat?

Atom found beauty,

Where premises meet.

 

So flames be damned,

for forgiving mans cares.

If not unlike woman,

(though lacking her wares).

 

I'll remember then now,

A skies passions grief.

Know that 'Only Time,

And you’ve known…

 

…that only thief.

 

 

The End

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