On Time

There is no time;
only the motion of decay
the chaos of the defined
dissolving into infinite

Sitting still, the world spins
the sun moves, galaxies speed
nothing seems to change
while nothing remains the same

between glances
decomposition, degeneration
atrophy, becoming apparent
through the looking glass

Quantum state vectors
in a Hilbert space
not years
have changed my face

Time is noticing;
new lines
changes in the mirror
since last I looked.



About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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3 Responses to On Time

  1. beetleypete says:

    Time does have that talent of being unable to creep up on you, almost unnoticed. Good one, Frank. In the grand scheme of things, the life of a man is not even a heartbeat.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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