The Supreme Non-being of us all is Time -
that cold abstraction of matter and fact.
And our Jesu and warm human savior is Rhyme,
who entered Creation, first, mute as a mime
and, to set things in motion, approached with tact
the Supreme Non-being we know as Time,
calling up to it through primordial slime
and presenting itself as the son Time lacked -
as Christus and rescuer of flesh. As Rhyme.
“Does such impertinence amount to crime?”
It seemed at least quite a breach of respect
to the Supreme Non-being that is Time,
who considered tossing this “son” in the lime.
Eventually, though, Time made a pact
with this would be messiah who called himself Rhyme
and erected a ladder for us to climb
against a plenum with days and minutes stacked.
Thus did the Supreme Non-being known as Time
acknowledge his son, our redeemer, Rhyme.