141. TIMESPHERE

TIMESPHERE
The wandering of the idle seems endless

like a lake filled with nothing but water, endless

unto its very bottom - which we never see.

Such evasions have no definitions and are

merely filled with matter in some other manifestation:

a fir tree, shaking in the wind and rain, or another

dose of sleet, slapping slanting on the face.

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Above us, where the moon with some meaning

calls out to the tides, the uneven sky is black and

pocked with little stars. Something seems moving

in the air - a strong blackness roving hard.

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I can refer to nothing - there is neither watch

nor clock to tell time by, nor sunlight to mark

the Heavens above. Would it were so, I would

definitely know the hour if not the minute - yet how

little in life truly depends on the time. Everything

just happens, and only later do we recall, sometimes vividly,

the exact hour and moment and minute and second.

By ersatz definition, this becomes our time.

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We share space like a needle shares cloth:

we enter it, we pierce it, and we're out the other end.