How can we buy time,
if time is money
and we have so much of it
that’s free?
How can we have all the time in the world,
if time waits
for no one?
It dulls words
not bound by paper
or laced in song.
Subtly,
with calculated clips.
Lachesis snuffs out the string
starting at the start
before she hands the scissors
to an excited Atropos.
Time is selfish and greedy.
Especially to those who don’t heed it’s presence.
Those who kill time
instead of those who make time.
The time is ripe –
is now –
to have the time of our lives
until the end.
The end of time.
– Rachel R. Vasquez, July 2017
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