Friday, December 26, 2008

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.

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