Time

Specs of conscious dust,
Born from darkness
In life...till death,
In a fleeting moment...
Consumed by wanderlust.
In its virtual madness,
Time holds not breath...
Neither passes comment.
Tick contiues, as it must,
Unseeing eyes witness...
Give naught of Creath.
Forgotten in a moment,
Insensible to ages rust,
A return to nothingness...
Yet gravity is its own death,
In a slow increment.