Time

BY DR. AGONSON

As time is ever moving, driving fast,
into that ultimate moment, the end,
when all futures are burned, consumed, at last
—our broken histories no hope to mend;
As falling sand slips ceaselessly into
a void—no hand this hourglass may turn,
thus what is done no one can now undo—
and loss, perpetual, our minds soon learn;
As tic to toc into infinity
leads on into unspoken consequence
—our silence is a bare obscenity,
from madness we, our tongues, hold in defense;
As ever more the shadows stretch, the light,
a moment found, provides me time to write.