461 – Twins

The thing
Was not moving.

Its golden eyes
Fixed on the horizon.

Its black skin
Wet under the pouring rain.

How long?
It didn’t matter.
It was, after all,
Only time.

The thing
Was not moving.

Its black eyes
Fixed on the horizon.

Its gold skin
Hot under the blazing sun.

The odds were too even,
The playing field
Too level.

Neither could lose,
Neither could win.

But they would fight anyway.
Today, tomorrow, someday…
In a thousand years perhaps?
They had no choice.

It was only time
And they had all of it.