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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