Time is  diluted concept of reflection
for even though I live in the same moments
of existence. If I  would be propositioned by fate
to be ended yet in your moment of my passing
I would be already a moment even though of seconds.

I would be a vast memory in your concepts of
what would have past, the waters of time are
shallow but the echo a variation on the scales
of our perceiving intuition. I could say a moment
but it was an echo in a time done or to still to come.