Time is a glutton
that eats and eats all in its path,
never satisfied with little morsels.
It eats the living and the dead,
It does not discriminate nor care,
all are tasted and digested
by the gastro-temporal tract-
bodies, minds, memories, dreams
Transformed into the vaporized
excrement of history.
All lives and strivings will be undone
by its unrelenting hunger to consume.
It will devour all that I am, for:
What am I if not memories?
How can I exist, in this time or any,
if no one remembers I ever was?
"I" am a ghost of information
extended across many selves:
"I" inhabits this physical atomic swarm of body
"I" am nothing but the imprinted neuronal architecture
residing in my 3 pound gelatinous brain
"I" am nothing but networks of cells, trigger happy
in the minds of friends, families, lovers, others.
Soon the deletion will come, reality wipe of
my mind and with it its inconstant memories of self-
the myth of my life and all its costars,
The minds of all I've ever met and their
shifting nebulous imaginings of me;
The pounds of materialistic matter-
concrete exterior traces,
belongings and creations
Virtual and concrete.
It eats and I rebuild-
but something is always lost,
changed, forever. You are
never the same person twice:
Who you were is gone, as will be who you are.
I can feel it digesting me from within,
the acid sting of years
passing ever more quickly.
Every second the Universe proclaims:
Decay! Decay! Decay! Decay!
It rings in my ears
and all around me,
its blind bites diminish
those near and far and dear.
My hope wanes against its eternal predations,
My fears blossom before my inescapable degradation.
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