Time is a tragedy
The news never
Identifies.
All living things
That have been
Have died.
So in time will I,
And all that is.
It is a fire,
And in this moment
Somewhere
Are universes gone.
A new year comes
And another passes,
Thirteen moons,
Each of its days,
And each day timeless
But passed.
The Sun does not comment
Upon our parabolas.
