Merciless, time watches over our abject forms,
And steals lovely night with break of day.
It tempts with burned images that swim in brief ecstasy and are lost,
Our memory a shoddy palimpsest of battling desires and warring ideas.
The stacked moments of a brief universe stretch out for us to perceive,
And yet, for all of our trials and troubles,
We would not bare it to be any other way.
© Phil Corbluth