out of time

outside the wild antelope's leg flexes
but you see its muscles ripple slowly
and it does it for a specific reason
so i want you to recognize movement

just the same with a flower blooming
watch it opening itself up to the sun
unknowingly it shows its pretty petals
that unfurl majestically from within

there are these very natural phenomena
and they take place in their own time
with an exactness it gets done and then
people get to remember it for a while

everything you see gets done on time
even the cricket song outside the window
for a moment it is there but by morning
it is gone like the night you remember

know it is so with too much to learn
that the human eye is so very hungry
and although it came to know a fine point
you know that there is too much to see

and so it is with your immortal heart
how it throbs with rich and warm dreams
reacting quickly when in danger springing
indulging forever when safe from the end

but crystal particles run out too fast
leaking through the thin neck on the desk
of the finely crafted ornate sand glass 
always judging the soundness of your mind

and so i want you to look and look again
at how finely the antelope's muscle flexes
it only does it now and for good reason
perfectly timed as flowers bud and bloom

meanwhile learn a language to speak words
for there must be time left to use it
employing the tool like it won't end
trying to lay it all down differently

i find it so amazing that i can't express
what humans find the time for to do things
anything at all in the face of futility
for there assuredly is so very little time

what is has been and will be again you see
the one that is calls back the past again
but let this comfort you as you take hold
of the loose straws like slipping seconds

it is a dreadful thing to think that it will
happen only this very once in a lifetime
especially since you romanticize it so well
for so many years you have glorified it

now that you are here facing it at last
it must be a terrible thing to discover
you with yourself and the last moment
but i don't think it is just like that

i would like you to take some comfort 
in the fact that even your very own
moment of becoming the best has happened
and that it is not up to you to change

take it in like a fresh breath of air
to flex your might like the deft antelope
in the face of the events that are unfolding
for it is not for you to create novelty

like the movement of animals in nature 
and the subtle changes that plants make
accept that there never really was enough
time to bring forth anything quite profound

i know that it is sad that it is now over
but then again that is how it is perfect
nothing is left but for you to do and enjoy
the great acts that are still left to you

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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