The hours
hold all the power
a pocket watch tucked
away in the tweed coat
of gods
keeping the pace of
us
the only thing constant really
moving forever forward
no matter what
everything ends
but the hours
Even when it seems to stand
still
or slow or speed away
it isn’t true
the hands are right
not us
So we’re told
enjoy this
the right now
because they grow too quickly
that dial is constantly moving
a race against
well you know
what seems like in an instant
is
a toddler becomes
a teen
and you think
where did it go
what was I doing
how did I not notice
the hours
that fragile space between
what was and what is
the only thing it cannot do
is stay
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