time

it is what drives me to my end
and pushes sunlight through the vastness
always defining, with the other hand
the sense that things make sense inside us
the omnipresent longing
of things to dissolve and blend
into a creeping shadow
of what has been used and tends
to swallow generations yet to come
who are alive, in other moments, like i am
now that i look up to the sky to catch
a glimpse of something
too beautiful to understand.