Modified Deity While The Seconds Tick Away

A bronzed and ageless god

of vague living years 

stumbles down dusty streets, He

has downed the old medicine

like candy to prove history

and destiny are neither twins,

nor that his

past is frozen. His reinvention

of his persona

and identity

having been transformed 

night after night

gives me a touch of

foreboding.

Such a shame both

he and time are such

changelings

and mountebanks.

© Imbler, 2019