When our star was born
is time began a count-down to eternity.
Now its dark energy is running away
with our world,
racing ever faster as it ages.
Each creation exists in its own time,
a time that accelerates as it passes.
Looking back in time,
it is hard to believe how rapidly it has flown.
In our youth it stretched endlessly before us,
but in old age, we survey the road behind
and we are terrified by the immensity of
the chasm between the old man
and the child still clinging to his shoulder.
Faster and faster,
receding into the future,
the Dark Energy of Time
tows all behind it
and is the secret of our mortality
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