Frozen Time Machine
Time rises sheer and
Blue and cold with the
Weight of hundreds of feet of the
Most suppositional yet vital substance.
Time melts, by droplets, by chunks the size of
A mansion and the fractures echo through the valley and
Across a lagoon filled with the past and
Lost to the argued future.
Time floats by barely visible on its own
Dust and finds its way out to the
Sea to mingle with this tiny planet’s troubles and
Our lack of foresight.
Time is beautiful as it
Slips away, bit by bit, replaced by the
Mask and false hope of lush greenery and heart stopping
Vistas soon to be
Some other marker as