Everything In Time

In the grand scheme of natural things that wane time seems ever-elusive and eternally unchained only mankind dares to give it a name; it eeks through history and space marking everything in place never moving backward in its race; only forward in slow and hectic rhapsodies, undoing progress with its tragedies as human ignorance embraces all its parodies; qualifying distinctive moments of a human race trying foolishly to control the seconds easily erased millennia captured in human records of time and space; time is only measurable and blind by the random genius of the human mind in its self-inspired sagacity destined to find only God creates the persistence on this rock seconds, hours, years, generations on the clock ever on the run, in a lifetime fared time is nowhere yet everywhere neither here nor there, a mere second spent in evening prayer. for Chantelle Cook's Time Poetry 5/27/21