Time Inconsolable

There, there, minutes
Get a few more of you
Together and you'll have
A full hour, then you won't
Be so lonely; each second divides
You, you say? Come now, don't see
Things so morose: what is a second
But a point split in half by two overlapping
Seconds, extending to all time, years and eons?
You're never coming back after you pass by, you
Say? That, my friend, is the fate we all must accept.