Quatrain of Time - 204 - Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Time

The essence of motion,
the awareness of space,
this we see as intuitive form,
surrounding every
atom of diminishing hope,

Stepping on motion,
forcing stoppage of surreal
pigmentation, clinging to
yesterday in an effort
to understand size and scope.

Rolled into a pictured Elysium,
traversing in all directions with
no end in sight, and no way to
frame what is richly sought,

If Time could be divided or
multiplied, the End would be a
matter of computation; we could all
reach it with a simple thought.

Yorktown Disciple
1988