Time isn't always easy
when it's wasted,  or you are,
or, if you're doing it.
No, nymph, not that kimda doing it,
that IS easy time.

why,
holding the phone writing this nonsense, while she sleeps beside
Why AM I not taking it easy at the moment..
why does the orca play with the seal, 
the cat with the mouse?
Ugh why in Christ's unchecked prostate,
why use metaphors when you know they don't fit, Pretard?
Oh.. but don't they..?

Like it or not,,
this me, in this life, it is, but isn't.
I am, but I am not..
An that is a subject I'm subject to, in a starry eyed story I do
an do not object to.
In that absurdity, 
that oddity of arrangement
Truly lies something haunting, horrifying, and cathartic.
What is this mercurial static,
this cyclonic doldrum
of wind stormed calm,
this unchanging unconsistancy,
it soothes an tyranizes myself an I
with such awful artful awkward ease?.
(Answer unavailable), 
an yet in that simple propositioning posits a complicated much
worth hearing
Even amid this silence
seeming better undisturbed.
Here i find nothing I'm looking for,
an a wealth I can/cannot afford.
There is Something

in me.

I am
A conclusion
too quickly foregone.
Clearly eyes see thru,
And not into
me

Is this is not life time.
Mine, yours, all of our--own.
Is this only the passing of time
all our lives amount to
Is this only time
Time we are here..
Time we are life.
I'm afraid I will not find the words
My life is dying to say

Time is a language none find the time to speak, an the silence, as a result seems to drown out the words we never needed to speak, or hear at all.

what else is there then to say?


[I know you think you understand what you thought I said but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant. Alan Greenspan]





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