All The Time In The World

hewn in antiquity of fire and ice

rough fell born in flash and fury hurled

from the high ground fountainhead

 

set in motion artlessly impelled

downwards tumbling by such attraction

that demands all obey its draw

 

but my life’s course stretches far beyond

your mortal grasp and moves at a pace

measured in millennia as you count days

 

I may rest bestilled in quiet backwaters

with fragile gossamer dancing suitors

a heavy quilt of moss my besplendoured bed

 

then torrent and boiling spume

surging anew cast me seawards

towards a destiny you cannot follow

 

maybe reach the ocean, traverse the abyss,

arrive diminished on alien shores

or waste away before that mark

 

but beyond your temporal sight

I will subside toward that searing core then

enkindled, compressed, emerge once more

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