malicious to the core, impatient to the letter e,

he’s no respect of persons: neither  ‘His holiness nor His excellency’

he’s coated in seamless shades of no color

riding with the wind, falling with every season

he graces with youth, but embraces us with age

never sittin still, he’s loyal to none

he steals upon us

the wristwatch  only a momento

he will not sit still, but revolve with every spell

knowing him I beg you

do not rouse my affections to hang onto what has been

neither should you stir desire for what has not been

tell not then of the shadows’ best kept secrets

but teach me how to defy time