• If time
    Told true
    Of everything’s end
    Then it surely
    Would speak it’s
    Own ending

    A clap of thunder
    As lightening
    Goes out;
    The dark sky a flash of
    Afterimage

    For without time
    Has space a meaning?
    Has it any greater
    Place to reside in?

    And so space
    Abandoned;
    A cast-aside toy
    Old, disused
    And now forgotten

    Will fall to decay
    Like that before
    Without master time
    To mind it