Running Out of Time.

The countdown begins

ticking down seconds

tacking up days

to a blank-faced crowd of clock faces

staring me down

making me mad

with imminent print-offs of to-come races

 

I'm late

I'm late

For a very important

Dates are crossed off and what has been has been

What I cannot change I could never win

astrolabes going on a constant spin

and there's no time by any means of science,

philosophy, religion-no time to deny it

or turn it back or make it stop if just for a moment

No-
Time's up.