The Arrogance & Insignificance Of Time...

In seperate worlds, they breathe now; so sad, these worlds, like coffins, each silent to the other, yet life be ever present, just enough to offer Chance, Time...Hope- for two lives beating, drumming, yet- far away from the other; for neither will feel the others pulse, today, as Death summons Time to fold its hands from another day of madness; and so it does...as Death rules Time. Hours toll with brassy chime its echoes carry moments fading, and, my God, how the minutes run silent, ne're looking back from its covert jaunt to the nascent hour approaching with the speed of a farm-house windmill, all hands of the clock, all three encircling with an air of arrogance... en perpetuum, But, thats alright for if this weren't so perhaps Tomorrow would never come. And it's the Tomorrow's that offer hope and chance for what ever reasons...Yesterday, would not render. Destiny, prerequisite...a Plan that was laid before Time and space, planets and sundials? Suddenly, Time seems far less significant, to me, I guess, considering its fate, like floods or lightening, all microcosms- of what time will not alter here, as that was never The Plan, for if it were, we'd be immortally damned and what a paradox that would be. *Revised 07-17-16 Reposted 07-26-16 FjR-MMXV