Fourth Dimension

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. - Thoreau

standing at the edge

reaching out in thin air

trying to get as much as i can

cradling and fondling

groping and caressing

petting

holding and hoarding

grabbing and clawing

stuffing it into endless, bottomless pockets of lint for tomorrow

carrying a worn, torn, handled bag of takeout

i take a giant leap

it's rough and tough

wouldn't you know

no matter what i do, there's never enough

of this oh so precious stuff

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Author's Note

“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.” - Thoreau