One who keeps time,
dies first.
Our dualities style
is our perpetual motion machine.
Negative Zen,
(knowing what we don’t want)
as our mono-diet,
has no manners or utensils
beyond the trough for theory
and the consumption of nothing.
We are mistakenly
and repeatedly
the incident of perfection.
Upon the miracle
of our memory,
we record in the present
to recall as the past
to anticipate the future
with much expectation.
Time has embarrassed us
but also embraced us
with this temporal space
for naming it
and the sequential method
for then, remembering
and all of the consequences
we live into that follow.
But it is we,
who keep ourselves
in this a time bind,
who then,
die first . . .
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