TimeTime is a river and it rushes by meTime in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Persistent as Styx; upon that grim ferry
Navigates gloomy Charon, paid his avaricious fees
To cross Stygian tides for amaranthine Hades.
Time is of itself only ages
Gazed in blinks through the stages
Of infinite nothing held in perpetual now.
Seeds to sow then to plow.
Born to death are the melancholy wise,
Stark as the worm gorged on sightless eyes.
Black holes seeing nothing six foot below,
Blissfully ignorant of this grim tableau.
We pass the while between tick tocks
(Doomed continuity measured by imaginary clocks);
Time is of the essence, yet time is not.
A concept no more real than Camelot.