whirling hands ticking numbers

have no power push potential potency

no more than shifting sands shadows cast

time not measured just lived or died

cosmic sprays of light turned starry black

seasons of snakes dried up skins shed

man has no handle on time past

the spinning planet cares not the tally

mountains turn to pebbles worn away

flowing waters carrying stale sediment

down to the seas with every wasted jiff

death nondigital