New Time

Temporal tears dripped off the wall clock onto the floor,
in a pool of time, I swam to the bottom to find the light where it began,
but I didn’t have the stamina or the will to find a new illusion.
When I surfaced, it was late afternoon, and soon the sinful sun will paint the sky pink; afar,
by the foot of the hazy mountain, a pair of leather clad cowhands gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes.