An Ode to Time
Always present, yet unknowable, an ineffable pace constructed on the premise of change.
Your passage is marked not by your existence but by the perception of it, unique to your peers and overwhelming to those too small to grasp it.
We insignificant in comparison consider you known to us, we stretch and thin you, compress you to our whim wile still shoving meaning into you like bread into a turkey’s ass.
Time, oh time, there is never enough of you in your expanse but we who created you spite an excess of your presence
You enigma in a ham sandwich, Time.