No Time For Coffee

I stood upon mighty boulders by the sea,
Watching as the waves regarded them no less
Than another grain of sand in due time.

Time.

A universal ember, the Sun
Spins like a clock and having spun,
Measures the immeasurable.

And with the shifting of atoms,
Pressed upon by the weight of the universe,
My coffee grows colder.

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