Time was.

There is no time. Only energy spent.
Only motion and mass, spreading out
without end, thinning out to less dense,
dissipating its heat.

Yesterday's not a country, a playground,
a street: yesterday isn't gone, not a dream,
never was.

It is all still in play.
It is right here with us, just
dinged up and smashed down by forces of roll.
But it's all with us now, speed of light, proximal.
It is all still in play. Not a bit of it gone.
Not created, destroyed, merely: moving,
moved on.

We have kept up
with most of it, some
runs away. We give chase
at slow pace, in a state
of decay
which we call

"today"