When Time Runs Out

Planets reinvent themselves when time runs out Using glaciers from the north to sooth their brows Galaxies gather in far corners of the universe In the dark for playing cards Spades are a favorite pass time Far reaching on agendas time table of things to do Stars watch the game from Mars but never view the outcome In reality that is impossible Light gets in the way Gravity takes to all directions mystified by mass No energy to lift the glass or glance into the future Eyes of eons wonder off the charts Unknown components cause particles to rise Then gain momentum, some weight, on someone else's property Eternity is determined to terminate The party begins to shrink into oblivion When time runs out will it return We really should go home Ice is melting in the north for what it is worth And in the glass which is so fragile to begin with There is precious little space in the refrigerator The equator is no place to store provisions Orbits keep things in their place and to themselves As for time, well, that's another question for the ages Planets are rotating, galaxies playing, universe displaced Time is frozen out there somewhere Maybe it is time to fade