Taking More than it Gives

In waves of cosmic ripple,
time displays its diversity of themes,
with weighted feet and omniscient brain,
we are lost for words,
and in our yearning to grasp
its wonderland of facets,
like an uncut diamond,
always another way to shape,
to hone its very potential, we are bereft.
I gaze in deep lamenting preponderance,
the infinite scape of my envisioned sky,
endless truths in flight of fantasy,
echoes of past, light too misleading
for me to attest, does confound me,
as time stirs my juices,
quandary profoundly befuddles me,
and in all its possibilities
I am lost to my own yearning.
Such epiphanies in wait,
weigh heavily upon my mind,
for they just keep me awake in my dream time,
hold me at bay for truths finite gift,
adrift in a mind of ceaseless consideration,
frustration the collar around my neck,
and sometimes I think it will strangle me,
put me out of my misery,
this silent, deep allure of elusive time.
I sit and observe the clock,
the ticking of my life away,
and try to sense the decay that I am,
and still my echoed questioning returns no sound,
just the grinding of my internal wheels,
machinery rusted and losing zeal
as time eats away my soul,
as I try to confront it whole
without one single murmur.
Instead I must live,
ignore this conundrum of weighted drawl,
a silent yet petulant stall that confronts my inquiry,
teases my inequity in brazen silence,
for no matter how I see time it just flees
as if to confound me more,
and its state too much for me to absorb,
as it rules our lives,
and seems to take more than it gives.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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Yet, it is good we are still here, for that means we have more to do in this life, yes? Nicely penned and great work, Tony.
Yes we have more to do, and even when this life ends, no doubt we have another: more to do. Glad you enjoyed my friend. Take care Phyllis.