You've no ideas original,
This ******* species.
Whom their Mother rejects,
Who their Father rejects.
Nature & Time,
Time & Nature.
What's the correct order?
What's the correct Order(s)?
Electron - Time.
Atom - Nature.
For Atom who birthed Eve,
Eve who gave birth to Dawn,
Dawn who evolved to be Sun.

The correct order there?

Electron - Time,
Atom - Nature;
Eve - Dawn,
Evolution - Sun.

For the first "human"
Was a male.
Who gave a good "ribbing"
To another species within our "family," Hominidae.
Specifically, within a genera extinct.

Time, Kronos, was a man.
Nature, Gaia, was a lady.
Kronos was "bo(o)ned" by electric -
Struck by a bolt of lightning.
Kronos loved Gaia
For being patient.
Gaia loved Kronos
For being compassionate.

They copulated,

Two members of different & distinct species
Of the same "family."

Their conception was immaculate

Because it was born(e)
Of Wisdom & Love.

Thus, they gave birth

To the first Man -
The first "Human."

Whoops, time to fill the pages I missed
I’ll use the one about when we first kissed
Our love was young, impulsive, good anytime
I am always yours, will you always be mine
Here we are, much later than before
I am still here; I only want you more

Am I too young to miss the past
Am I too old to enjoy the rain
Too young to notice the change
Too old to be immature

Or maybe too young to think when to blink
in fear I’ll miss the bliss if I stop to think

Or maybe age isn’t real
Just there to control when we do what
When we should be embarrassed to cry,
or when to start to live our lives,
and with a blink of an eye
you’re caught barely alive,
wore out from existence of time

“Don’t bring the past into the present and don’t project the present into the future.”

― Brittany Burgunder

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Then …

is lost in a cloud of vague and shadowy memories,
and comes in waves of melancholy nostalgia
for that distant time;
how can it have been so long ago?

Now …

is enduring the present,
each day blending into the next.
The clocks tick so slowly
yet day passes into night
into day into night
in a never ending cycle.

When …

is that far horizon
shrouded in fog,
beckoning me towards it relentlessly.
How far it is I cannot know;
it could be tomorrow or many years hence.

But I know
that all too soon,
now will become then,
the fog will clear,
and I will realise I have reached the end.

And the clocks will stop ticking.

Isn’t it wild, how the universe misaligns?
Creating distance through time by drawing lines.
You were here before my first breath began,
I’ll spend my years chasing where you stand.

Oh, if I could rewrite the stars’ decree,
I’d cast myself into your century.
A sister, a confidant, your equal in time—
Not just your child, but a partner in rhyme.

We’d share the rhythm of life’s steady tune,
Matching footsteps beneath the same moon.
Not mother and daughter with years to compare,
But living as equals, the same life to share.

But this isn’t our story; this isn’t our fate—
Time separated us, made me too late.
You live in a past I can only trace,
Through your wisdom and the lines on your face.

I'll learn about you by trying to guess,
Closer in age, maybe then you’d confess,
That you’d borrowed my strength more times than I knew—
And in return, I’d say I learned how to be strong from you.

You age like fine wine, your spirit refined,
Each year adds layers, a shine so divine.
But my heart aches with a bittersweet pain,
Knowing we’ll never age the same.

For every year that makes you glow brighter,
The space between us becomes a bit wider.
And though time keeps pulling us apart,
You’ll always remain timeless in my heart.