Unmade Time

When his shadow first folded
against his body it passed
through him slowly
and with some difficulty
removing much of him in the initial pass
Once through it heavily fell again to the ground
Second time it slowly rose gaining speed
next pass much swifter than the first
and the third pass yet faster
Now it continues so rapidly
we hardly notices the shadow
but see it as the blur
of itself in constant motion
And if he walks
or speaks which is rare
and wonderful and becoming more so
the shadow changes
though entirely even in its colors
Its movement still removes
the lesser and finer material
Left are mostly the atoms of bones
which are turning to ghosts of bones
His thoughts turn to ghosts of thoughts
and to the ideas of ghosts
Transformed from flesh
to shadow to wind to still air
Air with the aura of time
as time collapses behind him