Time is a smothering outpost.
one goes and lives there to spot concerns.
it is filled with absurdities and pitfalls.
it has seasons of dreary
and memories as mildew.
prim lives there, on a reward basis.
forever is a crowded mirror, looking back.
everyone sees the same clock quite differently
or very very different clocks,
in relatively the same way.
there is a cloudbank of conundrums
ever on the distant horizon.
perfect days are only fictional for the taking.
pauses do not produce doorways of perfection.
the mindset of time awaits, in long lines.
you can get there from here
by skipping this moment.
breath provides the beat of nonobservance.
bygones appear as tumbleweeds in passing.
in time, everyone surfaces to declare.
sweet nothings seem to evade the precision of it all.
some seem to confront time with laugher,
while others pass, with coloring-book expectations.
psychology there, does not exist without a past.
membership is a lifelong guarantee.
the few that escape have become cage-free,
for them, times flies while they’re having fun . . .
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