We are all
children of Time,
brought forth from the void
to exist
in this fundamentally fluid
state of flux.
Fixated on the flow
while forever at its mercy.
Without Time,
we are meaningless,
Everything is meaningless.
The moments are our measure,
our ability to contrast
and compare,
and thus to assign value
through assessment
and emotional juxtaposition.
With Time we are given this life,
and Time marches us onwards
towards an absolute
and unknown end.
It is our creator,
and ultimately,
our destroyer.
Father Time
will eat his children,
eventually.

*Leading off with an older piece to test the format, etc.
© J.Drinker