Poem #6: "Such a Finite Thing"

Such a Finite Thing

have you ever seen something pass by,

crumble and fade into the past

as if only a memory?

have you ever seen something manifest,

then collapse and disappear,

leaving not a trace?

have you ever had times where

5 days are an eternity,

yet 5 years seem 5 minutes?

have you ever found yourself to

stop and stare at silver sunsets,

as if time were such a finite thing?

we treat time as if it were

renewable, although

time is measured, marked, labeled

yet is completely oblivious

as the

future flows and folds, compresses into past

where one moment, we grasp it,

then another, it

wanders 

away

like sand

through our fingertips

as if lost in an abyssal eternity,

as if time were such a finite thing.

what is flow?

in a world where order is chaos

and broken memories litter the uneven ground.

what is flow?

in a world where some things bond

hand-in-hand and suddenly

shatter.

where bits and

pieces fall

apart forever

separated

as if time were such

a finite thing.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written May 2012