Time
I am the arbiter of kings and queens
Gods and men
I am he that decided all things but I must end
All things are of my realm and must lie in my dimension
Existence ebbs and flows under my direction
And to me all life doth fall
I’ve built lesser gods and broken the greatest mountains;
That is, I’ve built the greatest mountains and demolished false prophets
All gods but I have their rise and fall
Seven deadly sins man must abhor
Ten Commandments that he must hold
I am one to rule them all
Nothing is eternal, and born of nothing it holds that I be eternal too
At least enough so as not to fear any one of you
I ride on clouds of nimbus
And I see you for all you are
I see the boy that made the man
With the well kept boots or a shiny car
The meek shall inherit the earth
The haves become the have nots
In this way my torments have always rolled
That is, how my river’s torrents have always flowed
In me you define beginnings and ends that are arbitrary
I define all, or so shall you see
You have hated me, been slain by me
You fear me, you wear me
I break branches that bend, I turn lime into stone
You cannot deny my rhythm
Counted in sand, in shadows, in the clock you undoubtedly own.
Bow to me, your lord and master, I see you waiting.
Your soul is already mine
Your body; now give me that too
Your money, your kleos, your legend
Those too are mine
In no currency can you of me buy peace of mind
The third dimension has nothing on me;
I am what you can’t see, but I’m damn sure you feel
I am not the lord you pray to
But I am your god
That is, I am your master, if anyone, it is to me you should kneel
I am not death, nor know I but that death is a subsidiary of mine
Heed me on your wrists, in your homes; when you look at the sun
Cartesian, de Carte could not map my plane
I am not on your x, your y, even on your z axis
Technology; your existence written in zeros and ones,
I cannot begin to be represented by a slope on a line
Some have called me the fourth dimension;
I call me time.
© 2008 Eugene Aarons-Cooke