Everywhen.

TL;DR: Time is a fleeting moment, and everyone's time is limited. Gravity is the force that drives time. No time to dream, tidy up, or do what's been postponed.

Abstract: I have no more time to linger on my dreams of all that might have been— no more time to tell that time does not exist or turns and twists upon itself as our smallest whirling particles of cells held like galaxies by gravity expand, explode, until the stars collapse. Gravity is what I know as time runs out and sand runs down its unturned hourglass. No time to tidy up or sort no strength to do what’s been postponed as if, once strong, time would never stop. Time is a mayfly’s day for everyone, eternity an everywhen.