No more.

let's think
time in Eternity's hands
this earth, but in a few gusts of wind
gone
the great, roaring salt-hashing oceans
dried to the very last drop
the sun that rises, sets, and lights
will never again rest in our eyes
no more
scrambling to wake up at 6 am
wondering where you put your car keys
holding your breath when she passes by
waving hello to the stranger on the street
smiling and saying thank you to the vendor
crying because instead of an A, you got a C
falling and hitting earth and bandaging your wound
changes from autumn to winter, to spring
summer nights and chasing fireflies
counting stars and wondering what exactly they're made of
mom to nag you to put on a jacket, it's cold outside
donation boxes to the hungry in Africa, Europe, Asia, America...
waiting until 8 pm to watch the final episode
yelling at the 6-year old cell phone for horrible signal
wondering about the meaning of life
no more
no more
all the 1s, 2s, getting from here to there, the "important" things
all gone
gone with the wind, fading with the dust, shrinking
until existence forgets itself

Eternity
seconds become hours that break into minutes until only Eternity stands.

where only He,
stands