A Blink

[Anaximandala]

Time in flowing.
Brick on brick.
Walls are growing,
small to big.

Up like flowers,
into form,
up to towers,
built enorm.

Wind and weather,
night and day:
Gain and gather,
built and stay!

Through the river
flows the time;
leaves a shiver,
makes a chime.

Dreams a second:
year by year;
stops a moment,
drops a tear.

All it needed
was a blink;
Lost completely
everything!