The Chronological Plasticity of Isolated Spacetime
Outside my window
the seasons speed by.
Long ago so slow,
a childhood minute
endured like hours,
waiting without end.
Time now starts to blur.
A smear of colors,
Xmas red and green
fade to spring pastels,
then verdant summer
to multihued fall.
O, to moderate
the present seconds
and decelerate
the advance of years,
thus to scrutinize
my doubtful future.
the seasons speed by.
Long ago so slow,
a childhood minute
endured like hours,
waiting without end.
Time now starts to blur.
A smear of colors,
Xmas red and green
fade to spring pastels,
then verdant summer
to multihued fall.
O, to moderate
the present seconds
and decelerate
the advance of years,
thus to scrutinize
my doubtful future.