The ethereal paradox of existentialistic chance and change,
whose essence of which we are held subject to the monotony of its sloth
as well as slaved to the inevitable chaos of its swiftness.
Might it seemingly be contained within an hourglass of infinity
where we would watch its granules hang suspended in an illusion of stasis.
Yet a blink affords its opportunity to flow freely as an oceans tide.
Therefore even that we may effort to make consistent
the equations of our consequential occasion’s inconsistency,
there will never be enough to spend
- With you.
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008