Arbitrary

Weeks, days, hours finite

Months tearing years disproportionate

Minutes, seconds frittered

as if they don't even exist

Past, Present, Future

inconvenience riving

Time could as if

be tattered to spares

and one could count

to infinity in a blink

A continuum ceaseless,

a circle with no beginning or end

Where Infinity is not far

from Zilch

and Eternity rides

the saddle of Death

Past making up

Future in the Present