time passes

when days pass,
     and time, when
hours pass, the
     minutes or
moments build
     impermanent monuments
to motionless
     thought.
when days pass,
     will we re
cognize the
     shadow of
hands striking
     a faceless
hourglass, starved
     of sand?

time is not
     in motion.
space is not
     measured.
each breath
     breaks like
waves spanning
     all shores,
rippling here
     to eternity.
i am only
     a wave,
only a brief
     glimpse of a
vast sea, busy
     rearranging
this drifting wood
     seeking repose
upon salted shores
     shelled with sadness.

i do not re
     member which
way the light
     falls. my
eyes turn in
     blindness, meaning
takes on less,
     light is dark
or the moon fell
     to earth and
everything i know
     has turned
to memory,
     reliving itself
through these
     somber eyes.

all i know is,
     i have been
here before. i
     have been this
subdued flesh.
     no one remembers.