1.5 billion

1.5 billion

 

Are the beats of my life

more than 17

thousand days

and now

 

each sand grain second

in the egg timer

is longer

longer than ever before

 

each shard of  desert time

passes

and the hundreds and thousands

which I shared

 

are sprinkled fairies

on the ice’d cake

the wrinkled rink

of skating circles

 

the rub of blades

pirouettes and curtsies

as the waxed popcorn cups

leave the frozen stage

 

a decade since it happened

and now it happens again

790 and 510

days now roughly counted

 

the spreadsheet of a life

made to excel

has come roundabout again

mores blues than swing

 

each rhapsody 

is clarinet clear

and has all the silver keys

pressed and shiny

 

and now the penumbra

of the passing

flows on under

the bridge of sighs

 

that price of will

and of injured pride

tags not humility

and brings again divide

 

its longevity is marked

upon near half

of all those seconds

exact in the price

 

And it is a crying, crying shame.