Existential Assassination 

Seasons thoroughly
swindle time from my
hourglass existence,
fusing grains
into glass,
adding more to
what isn’t
than to what is,
forcing a wry
smile from my face
as I daydream of
their mortality

Every now and again
I think to shatter the
timekeeper,
but to what end?
Can the bones of time ever
truly be broken?

Can the timeless be
taught my pain?
Can the future forgive
the past?
 
© Benjamin Grossman and Christopher Rupley 2015
 

(This is another brilliant collaboration with the talented Benjamin Grossman. Please take the time to check out the rest of his work here).

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