Time took the whole.
What I thought was mine.
We share this moment with all creation.
One quantum between all of us.
I believed experience to be whole.
I have only fragments.
And those are, at best, images and feelings.
Time eats us.
Swallows us whole.
And when all's said and done.
We leave with nothing.
Save knowing that we've been eaten, too.
We might remain in tattered fragments.
Fluttering momentarily as geology progresses.
Maybe a monument lasts with civilisation.
Until usurping folk trash what went before.
Or catastrophe strikes.
None of us, really, last.
And there is no reason to anything, from such a perspective.
But we all have this.
Which we can control.
Interconnected. Through each other.
We relay energy.
Cascading what we, ultimately, chose.
And choice remains whilst we're still inside creation's quantum.
Influence is transmission.
Positive. Or negative.
Rippling into our future.
Travel forward with positive force.
Wash our quantum clean.
This is all we have.