Paradox

A Paradox,

A poem,

12:15,

it's gone.

1 minute of silent,

 pen
scratching, head scratching,

tick.

60 ticks and one thought gone.

I could draw for ages about this one moment.

But what's the point,

too late,
t

oo gone.

Shattering sunlight
separates each second.

With the same, blank light.

The puzzle piece still missing,

An empty space.

A book missing
page 19.

A poem, 12:15, it's gone.

A paradox.