Forget Yourself - Pyrrhon

They say that time is infinite

Not for length but for divisibility

Half-seconds, milliseconds, nanoseconds

Downwards and smaller forever

Trillions of miniscule nows

Packed together and barely considered

As they shuffle past

In the refugee column of personal history

They slip from notice

Through cracks that yawn

At the edges of thought

The grains of my life are draining away

What becomes of the days?

What has happened to me?