There's Never Enough Time

Before the very first breath of air filled my lungs like sails
And blew me out into the waters of life,
I marched towards that end of all ends: Reaper's macabre kiss;
Which calls the weary to find peace.
Time is a blazing cosmic crucible; blending into one seamless cycle
Whose complexity is of such a grand scale
That even my limber and unique mind cannot begin
To make sense of even a single thread's journey; let alone
understanding the writhing tapestry of the shadows' dance,
blacker than the emptiness between stars. Let his nimble hands dance flawlessly across all of the ages, twisting and pulling at trillions of threads of fate
Filling up the utterly colorless shores of the infinite sky, working in tandem to create...
Pulling from the chaos a perfect solution.
The Coyote tricks the moon, but the joke is on him.
The egg is life; it plays all sides.