tIme

Time passes in ever lengthening segments.

Minutes was a lifetime. Gestation, copulation, and then further procreation.

A hour used to span an age. Battles could be fought and won. 

A day was an era - dynasties would be built and collapse into rubble.

Now a week is a blink. I moment missed from domestication.

A month is a single opportunity to reflect on a bad decision.

A year is a period. A mark of finality that encapsulates one change.

A decade is the appreciation of what is lost with a (com)promise.

A century is the dust that i will become...