Time's Biography

No storm is here to stay
We were told,
A sacred dust in milky way
all that is,
Flowing, wading, flying up and down in a clock
between the two worlds through a rope,
the neck

Does it matter whether
a second or centuries old

Remove your shoes
We were told
and bow
before the lovingness of your own particules
all that is to stay
no clock, not even the dust