Tempus Edax Rerum

August 8, 2008
I am the one who sprinkles the dust
Across the light bulbs of your lamps
I am the one who darkens the mold
Along the outer rind of your cheese
The trenches of crow’s-Feet I
Daily dig out. Liver spots are
A habitual hobby
I plunge your
Young ones
Snatch your
family from your grasp
Slowly I spin the silk of your Web
Only to rupture it at the last thread
I cannot be held in the palm of your hand
Yet I’m often displayed with a trickle of sand
My true home -- a clock. Tick tock, tick tock.

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