Time

Time
is a conflageration.
It is
neverending,
a cycle immaculate,
incomprehensible.
Regurgitating
undigested lessons,
one by one.
Beligerant.
Making a mockery
of calculations,
contradicting expectations.
Oft redeeming lost relations.
Only never be deceived,
for time
is no healer…
a crooked dealer
which takes
in spite.
Like sand…
slipping…

                                      - Southbroom, 1996