As water flows over the falls,

grains drop through the glass,

rock is turned to sand,

and sand, in turn, to glass.


So, Time, how shall we judge thee?

For everything is in your favor.

You control all, indeed…

our lives… our love… our labor.


If I could conquer light’s swift departure,

what a speedy ship I’d command!

If I could tear the atom apart,

even God would fear this man!


But above all there is to conquer and command,

the champion of champions is Time,

for no matter how swift or strong we are,

we can never be allies with Time!


March 6, 1989


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