There is no Time

There Is No Time

how came i to hunt sentient ghosts
in catacombs of futures long gone
devoured by light inhaling pasts
a shadow living for eons in decay

outsized monuments stand as iron
hour glasses counting down
life spans of mortal soulwalkers
who rise and fall into the sun

i came to prey on never-now demons
through wormholes of deathless awe
breathing a singular sense of pride
and the unbearable mercy of memories

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