Time, in shape of bone white leaves, crunches underfoot
Drags the land beneath the sea
Too late to pray, Indonesia sinks
Petals spread, wave hello, tickled by the breeze
Become exhausted, shrivel, wilt
Its mother wears its leaves
Earth bends and brightens
Blushing deeply as it greets its lover
Blows a kiss to wish goodnight
Time tugs, distorts, thrusting all to come as one
To gut and kill, to love and heal
Cruelest god, titan, savior, master, saint, great betrayer
Taunting with reverberating taps
A power we created, bowed down low to
Twisting, coiling til we snap, crunching with the leaves
Son became the father with an iron fist
Bear it all upon our backs
Sweat bleeding down our brow
O grandest father born of hand, born of mind,
I beg thee, Time, for grace
I weep to see the flowers
To see great trees and stars and love
To see and say good morn’, goodbye
Though much begun, much unbegun
Much I've left unfinished
Each stroke of art, enough
Always more to write, and more to write
Just before the clock strikes twelve
Time tattooed upon our skin
Feeling every twitching tick
Dying pages scribbled on with blackest ink
Still even so, have mercy
Let me finish this great work I love
And love, and could not love enough
Oh great clock that I created,
Death approaches, stalking toward me
I beg, thee, slow it down
Do let me savor every word,
Every leaf, sunrise, sunset,
Each mighty blade of grass
Do grant me time to answer this
Is there a true last word?