Temporality

In this world
Eternity begotten, not made
Forgotten
And played with
Far too often.

Years are yearning
To have you back
Between their jaws
To grinding pulp
Of bitter moments
You pressed within

Months become monsters
You cringe at counting
Twelve to 1
Three-sixty plus 5
In this world
Days be numbered
Dates on calendar you flip backward
Do lie closer than they seem

The hours are "we time"
Between us only
Keep it like this
Or loose what it means
To love
To be

A minute, just that - minute
Miniscule
Misused
Muse
And gone

Seconds don't always
Give second chance
Make most of them
For first time round
Is last you see
In this world.