Her blurry fingers caress
The years. The months.
Days. Minutes. Seconds.
Slipping. Sliding. Fading away
Down the cracks of the void.

Not enough.

Discontented,
I hold my breath and jump

Across the void
Only to realize
That I fall
down.
down.
down.
She pulls me.
Inescapable. No escape. Nil.

O naivety! Spiteful ignorance!
You trick me — sly thing
To conquer the unconquerable
To outrun the inevitable —

Time.