Time is not the ticking of the clock
Or the turning of the earth
Or precession of the stars
- It is the void through which they move
Time is not the ocean swell of tides
Or the running of a stream
Or the ripples on a pond
- It is the landscape they erode
Time is not the child devouring god
Or the figure cloaked in black
Or the old man with a scythe
- It is the source of avatars
Time is not the measure of your life
Or the lines upon your face
Or the passing of your days
- It is the medium of change
Time is not the path from here to there
Or the arrow's deadly arc
Or the slope of entropy
- It is the map on which they're drawn
