Slideshow
If time were a camera
the slideshow would be endless.
Every second, every moment
would be marked in pictures.
Picture perfect minutes,
birthing life, thriving, changing,
in constant motion of war or peace.
In lieu of history,
we'd piece together
random finds.
Gleaning through time's remnants
we guess and prophecy its outcome.
Existence before and after
to be rewritten as we learn more.
Time is only our creation
as the Creator knows all
and we are merely pawns
along the path
of time forgotten
in the slideshow of life.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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