Time Tenderizes All Things

Time Tenderizes all things
Or turns to stone 
It seems

Petrified of Life as Saturn’s Scythe
Claims his harvest
Stalking behind unwinding Lives

Or 

Soft moist meat and juice pulverized
From the Past Let Go Of
Ritually 
A nurturing broth simmering

For Others to Eat

when You are gone
Traveling
Deeper

Within the Dream

The Seasons of life are seasonings 
And spice
For the ripe fruit
And hot stewing
Brew
Of truth

That once clothed itself in Me~s and You~s
Seeds to roots
Til Leaving
Once
Again

To climb back through
A new womb

Tender 
as a new born babe
Laying in wait
For Saturns sharp Blade
As hot red blood
Nurtures
Times intrepid Tomb.

CLJ 3-10-25