There goes a second – whoosh!
and a minute
and an hour
and a day
and a week
and a month
there goes time
in all its incrementals
haven’t counted
but I have a hunch
that time spent in counting
would be a dreadful waste
what with how counting
just goes on
and on
and on
very much like time
in the infinite of space
it keeps tocking
while I’m singing my own song
it delves along
through the worm holes
and the black
it delivers and recovers
whether I am here
or there or not
time in all its measurements
regardless of how long
keeps on marching
even while I seem to stay on spot
noticed how the time goes
when I’m busy
and I work
I stop to look
and wonder
where it went
up to my eyeballs
barely stopped to see
but I know wherein
my time has all been spent
Whoosh!
goes another
of Chronos’ little blocks
as I write
before returning
to my tasks
no time to explain
what is taking all my time
you’d be sorry
if you took the time to ask
I have a scythe
and I’m cutting
up a storm
gathering
my chores
into haystacks
crop’s almost harvested
blade is nearly blunt
the bearded bloke that lent it
wants it back
once it’s been milled
and we’re both returned
to sharp
I’ll be counting
nano-seconds
stilled on pause
grey-beard guy will laugh
at my efforts to control
while I acknowledge
every past imperfect clause
stopped for a breath
and a fag
and a break
and some caffeine
to fill
my time cup full
ticky, ticky, tocky,
it’s passing while I talky
got to rush now
against the time-held rule
back in a while
note the use of while
abstract
notation none
to govern
or account
see you in a spell
sooner, later, all is well
just chasing time
in significant amounts.
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