Atomic boulders descend past pinched waist.
Top mirrors bottom - as above so below.
Actions fluid indicate time's movement
,
what once was can never again be.
Reflection painted in grimace sneers back
,
yesterday's tide still fresh in my mind
Kingdoms are on offer for just one moment.
Sadly the glass prison never sleeps
.
Everyday's an inversion of yesterday's heaps.
Acceptance dilemma toils within.
Rejection to acknoweledge - dance of death.
Answers apparent by chronological pass.
Timely dance continues, stasis for none.
Many a man's lesion stems from time's elegant transition.
-Svw
Submission Name: "Chronos"
