midorisakura

Time

Tell the world not to be so ugly,
transform itself on a dime and a nickel,
get lucky, maybe, and it’ll spin
off its axis, spill into the sun,
pillage its roots to burn at temperatures so hot
they’ll make you melt
liquid gold to soot,
ashes, a phoenix’s glorious rebirth
into time’s combustion engine:
Everything is reborn.