’twas on the Monday morning that the-
Oh, I almost forgot, I don’t do that anymore.
Quelle surprise!
That is in the past
As is everything that moves one second back from the present
And the future is coming
Here
Gone
Seconds tick by
Like seconds
Do…
And…
Will…
It is their way
They exist for a far shorter duration than the Mayfly
Eighty-six thousand
Four-hundred
Seconds
To one Mayfly.
Makes you think that in the
Blink…
Of an eye
Another
Mississippi
Moment has gone
By.
