Time’s Treadmill Spinning Through Its Span Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Another Winter eve's precocious link
Now adds to measured Time in mind of man.
One more year [s]tumbles on to solstice brink,
Turns towards millenia billions scan.
Hope’s rising generation soon sees sink,
Ending, one strong before its seed began,
Relearning this: 'I am because I think'
As one December spins predestined plan,
Names one more Julian year Time’s f[l]ame would ink.
One equinox haphazard knocks to fan
The fires of Fate which somehow interlink.
Here see Time’s treadmill spinning through its span.
Ends one loose line to tie these thoughts’ terse tale,
Reeled threads unwind another, fresher trail.