Time paints a picture
A story told on grand scale
In subtle hues
With sometime splashes of bold colour
Where the moment got impatient
And hurried to an ending
Of an episode
Or a chapter
Or the whole damn thing
And every now and then
Here and there
A hole appears
(Maybe even a line of them)
Letting in a tiny circle of blue light
The smallest view of somewhere beyond the substrate
Some bigger context to it all
Just a glimpse
Of the sky