TiME

That is My Enemy.
for time is epiphany
beyond my comprehension
perhaps until the day
of my ascension

For time is a mime
sullen and sublime
yet alone itself
just a part of mine

It is the world
in my imagination
and without it I worry
i'd fall into stagnation
like an old radio station

So I watch the clock
for that tickity tock
as the hanging hawk
circles the sickly flock

Time
That is my enemy...