Yet with no other doubt
You look further
Till you are down and out
But to see the same order.

Time will resemble
History and future,
The same preamble
The same feature.

Time with his hyperboles,
His everlasting soon
His walls and holes,
His appetite to tune.

Time takes a long time
A novel to understand,
A story to rhythm and to rhyme
A poem to contend.

Time is the now
Time will last
And if you ask how
You will be passed.