While waiting for the careless time to pass
it’s easy to forget that time has passed;
that time is glacial and relentless; time
has worn away the world. Relentless, fixed,
it’s steady, steady, steady till it’s not;
and minutes stretch into infinity
and nothing happens. Nothing hangs around
repeatedly repeating nothingness,
a carousel of emptiness, a time
of waiting never ending. Waiting. Still.
Tomorrow and the future never comes.
The present, past and future all are dead.
There’s only now, the ever present now;
the silent, empty, prison that is now.
There’s only the infinity of now.