used to be a minute
was always gaining on me.

outstretched arms of seconds
reaching for my neck,
wrestling me down
to a stall
or worse:
a stop.

just another death
when time catches-up,
and
you've lost your footing
on the staircase
of your future
and
with each step
you stumble.

knowing that time
lives a monster's life:
unhappy that it devours
everything
in its path:
rocks, oceans, stars
and
dreams.

03/22/2006