The Irresistable Force Paradox

 turning salamanders wither under the choke of time. 

the weight of their breath both sweet and sour.

closer still to the grin of the edge. 

and the cautious thieves that wear its fangs.

the choice seizes our skin. cold and accurate. 

brittle vanity against the thunder of change.

we only have the names that they give us. 

and the ones that they take away.

empty footprints echo with the distance.

we don't measure how far we've come.

it measures us.