Time is a cryogenic feature, from creation to damnation, for every living creature
In death\'s event horizon it crystalizes like snow.
No more an entity of entropy the shadow of time does slow
I thrash about in the minutes, that have been its, fragments of disorder in an entangled web like bed
A second is an eternity, as I drown in hours sped
All in one, in a sigularity time\'s flexability of relativity, is a function of its veloscity
Is it a creation of the mind? Whether an issue of density or gravity, across the universe it varies in kind
While here at home, pain melts a memory frozen in time