Tangible Time
Time, art thou eternal? Thou never ending change.
Art thou of creation? A law refuting chance.
Countless orbs in heaven whirl and twirl in space,
placed on paths of gravity and light,
midst expanse of darkest night.
Time, art thou fixed? Or canst thou change?
Hast thou destination of divine or random chance?
Countless clouds of fire and rock as beauty taking place.
A vast expanse whose depth and width and height,
cannot be measured by a changing sight.
Time, thou art not immutable. Thou dost change.
Thou art a law created for a destiny, not chance.
Countless darkly densities leave light without a trace.
Collapsing holes through threads of fabric woven tight.
Time can change it's current flow. How can a clock be right?
Copyright © Chris Tian | Year Posted 2014
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