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time

Why can’t my mind

Grasp the meaning of time

When it seems to be

All around me?


Why can’t I find

The coordinates that define

My position in time

That binds me?


Am I inside time

In a box made of pine;

Is that what I feel

That confines me?


Am I outside time

On borderless lines

That somehow still

Entwine me?


Who’s to say

The time of day

That gives birth to emotion?

Might as well talk

Of random clocks

In the cosmic ocean.


The second hand swept

As the women wept

Waiting for the hands of the divine

To reverse the motion

Of that rolling ocean

And relinquish the sublime.


Well I’ve been wined and dined

Then made to recline

On vines from the Garden of Eden

While all the time

A ghost sang supine

And looked away

As she two-timed me.


Is my reality the kind

That comes from bad wine

Which only serves to blind me?

When will I see

All my singularities

Finally left behind me?


Well I’ve walked the line

And I’ve paid the fine

But they’re still not inclined

To tell me.


To get through

Do I have to pay dues;

Is that what they’re

Keeping from me?


I’ve knelt and prayed

With eyes that stayed

Closed to the movement of time

While time looked the other way

Swearing it was trying to find me.


Who’s to say

The time of day

That gives birth to emotion?

Might as well talk

Of random clocks

In the cosmic ocean.


The second hand swept

As the women wept

Waiting for the hands of the divine

To reverse the motion

Of that rolling ocean

And relinquish the sublime.


Well I’ve played the game

Taken all the blame

For a reality that’s never on time.

I’ve closed all the hatches

Even locked the latches

But time still escapes me.


I’ve sped near light’s cars

Floated next to black stars

In an effort to catch its tail

But it seems an illusion

To increase my confusion

Time still will not avail me.


I’ve felt memory’s rope

And the future’s hope

Separated by the desire

To swear a vow

Yet still somehow

Extinguish destiny’s fire


I’ve looked for traces

In statues whose faces

Were effaced by the wind

But only found

My reflection

Telling me not to give in

While all the while

With their timeless smiles

Dust devils danced all around me.


Well the lost and found

Has slipped out of town

Through the back door of my mind

Finders keepers losers weepers

I just want what was stolen by time.


Like a beggar’s cup

That’s been filled up

With mistakes of the temporal kind

They’ve taken their time

And stuffed my mind

With the emptiness all around me.


I’ve seen clocks whose hands

Have been stopped by the sands

Of time blown in from broken hourglasses

While timeless glances

From long dead romances

Continue to swirl all around me.


I’ve eaten breakfast, lunch and dinner

With losers and winners

Of the time trials for Olympic gold,

Heard their stories unfold

Then been retold

Still bound to the starting blocks inside me.


Is it my quantum mind

That defies the sharpness of time

Blurring cause and effect?

Am I bound free

In a sea of general relativity

With lines that suture

Past, present and future

Which exist simultaneously?


If I truly knew one thing

Would I know everything

Or must I know everything

Before I know anything?

Birthday’s ring, deathday’s ring,

Ain’t no one can make that bell unring.


Who’s to say

The time of day

That gives birth to emotion?

Might as well talk

Of random clocks

In the cosmic ocean.


The second hand swept

As the women wept

Waiting for the hands of the divine

To reverse the motion

Of that rolling ocean

And relinquish the sublime.