The end of time, I’ve been told,
Lies as far away as time is old.

It’s beyond the ken of mortal men
To see that time does not extend
From some distant when obscure
That from then till now endures.

Realize time’s most untimely end
Is the presence we are now within.

Time is but a single instant
Ever present, vast, persistent.
And what we now call existence
Is nothing but a single instance
Of the mystery within isistence.