.:Parody of Time, Thought & Position 1.0:.

 

these thoughts of hours; shared moments
climbing riding that raw edge
that next thought going at it non stop
gone into that next moment
one on top of a second thought;
cleansed…a thought scrubbed & polished
gone ahead ascending traveling a surreal distance
motioning in pursuit of what’s been said
crafted comments, a listening given over to the pursuit
a distance in time; a desire to capture
seizing upon that next line
that next measurement of time; like
someone asking the question…questioning?
what time is it? knowing it’s the time that’s already gone…and
whatever it is...it was

like that time when we’re not thinking
perhaps like now; this second, this minute
that moment while sleeping or
half-awake dreaming of what time took
what it takes, what it creates within our thoughts
like now…how are we thinking?
what are we making?
are we making or reassigning time?
while knowing or not knowing the details
as time prevails; our thoughts
how are they inter-mingling?
at this time how are they relative
comparative to the time now?
the time gone…time yet to arrive
how does time survive?
those seconds; the ones we’ve spent thinking?
stretched out in a line over time
where collected are our afterthoughts
the passing thoughts of each & every mind
that rapid momentum of mystifying moments

again here we are without even thinking
quicker than any motion that’s set aside for blinking
where in another second
we may or may not know what time is like
the significance being only what it would be like
while to others…it’s that last time; that very moment
the one relevant or irrelevant to the next
where the current moment will have to suffice
a roll of the dice right through to the end
a trend where perhaps time will be similar
but still, the seconds…they do vary
each variation traveling a timeline unto itself
each subsequent second; bound
then, boundlessly streaming ahead

somewhere out there are moments
moments coming to us
back to us; then
perhaps through us
without knowing for sure that
during each second, during that moment
time was neither here nor there
but be assured in knowing
time was wherever it was
no longer here where time has left..
off to where? who knows? who really cares?
because there’s always the knowing
that time, it could be here
but for sure it'll be somewhere

now…there






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photo: silmara albi