Time's Geometry

Time's Geometry

I travel the sphere with impunity

Pyramids grind to points of sand

Beneath my feet

No plane, no dimension

Resists my face

My tread

Conclusions and concentric circles

Twist and gasp, extremes of

Birth and death

Reduce to mean vectors

In my hands

Negation cannot halt me

My measure cannot change me

My origin confounds me . . .

I am time, regular

A reflection of myself

And my own resultant