Time is the enemy
And must be killed
Ignoring does not work
Time merely eats at the roots
Of all we love
Or try not to love
Pain does not work
It just makes Time seem longer
Joy compresses Time
Durations are shorter
But Time rolls on
Buoyed by the illusion of goodness
Sleep comes close
To killing time
So much is gone
When we awaken
But we do inevitably awaken
Into the uncaring arms of Time
Killing Time is a suicide mission
Time dies with us
The curse passed on
To those who survive
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joshua mertz
July 19, 2016
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Time...
...that cruel experience of duration. This is yet anothe entry in the Existential Angst Cycle. Sorry.