Grains

Void, nothing beyond but the past
Unredeemable, the embrace of time
Wither and grey
We gaze at long dead stars
And the gulf is indifferent to our isolation

The grains of our being, carried away by the passage of time
Every moment is forever, buried and building
No breath can be redeemed
Present and future exists in unredeemable past

Future is forfeit
Buried by the past
Void, nothing beyond but the past
Unredeemable, the embrace of time
Wither and grey
Condemned to stare into the past
Condemned to become the past