Four Corners of Time

1

Life takes up space.

How could ‘nothing’ take its place?

The grown grows a baby face

On the hot-hearted side

Melting a flow in time's frozen tide

Streaming at a continual pace.

2

Time's tangling

The necks

Strangling

Moving specks

Dangling

Seen from the highest aspects

Cementing trees

Of still bodies.

We're surely meant to be, 

Placed in the past permanently.

3

To die

Is as non-existent

As death

 I cry!

4

Once

Free will is fated

And life stunts

Asphyxiated

We won't be re-created,

Have left, or clean slated.

Remaining

As statues of stature

Situated eternally in nature

Ruminating.

The End

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