What is time?
The forward spinning
machinations of forces
far too grandiose for we
(the You and the I)
to satisfactorily comprehend?
Or is it a simple anchor point,
some temporal landmark,
by which all beings
(the You and the I)
measure with some
certainty the distance
by which our lives have been lived?
Maybe by the time the
You and the I
discover an answer
(no doubt an unsatisfactory one)
all time’s meaning will be lost.
The You and The I
will simply be as light and stardust.