In our fairy tale, our hero
battles time (epic war, happening all the time).
His mother told him time
is the only creature who gets old by staying young.
Our hero thought on this a long time.
"No opponent is like him," said his mother,
"Age As Youth, there is no other."
Then time killed his mother
and now in time's recent days
his old mother receives in rhyme his praise.
"What will happen to me?"
Became his sad lament,
as he dreamed the place his mother went
and what the death of her had meant
in his immortal poetry.
One day he remembered his youth with sorrow.
"The older I am in my memory,
the older I'll be tomorrow.
My older days are my younger days.
Does this mean I am greater than time? By my memory
I get old---not by staying young.
I get old by getting younger."
It was then I knew time
is defeated by memories which are dreams
which is heaven and which is what I am.
I have defeated time, mother! Damn!
