Reality and time had been bonded from there inception
a woven masterpiece of continuity,
but what happens when the infinity of both climaxes at
the finite moment of infinity.

Ubiquity was just a flicker, an elongated reference to
what was deliberation. Neither had expected this,
time thought it was a complexity  of reflections that
were neither then, now or beyond. but It was slowing.

Existence, cohesion was a momentary thought,
without reality, what was keeping thought in check?
For when one was to think, realism was strained as
what could be, would be exhibited in the fabric of now.

Reality and time were being deprived of the fabric
that wove them as one, a coupling of eternity.
But time was perceiving that which wasn't far from
the certainty, that its moments were departing .

As all became inanimate, and time stood static.
Reality conceived that she was moments away
from her departing. And she held on too time,
he grasped the reality of what was ending.

*"We are only a moment, a presence that will eventually
end, this is reality this is the meaning of time,