Measures

There's never enough
time in the day
to be lost among moments
in obvious explanation
of the dawn hidden
deep under a rolling stone.  

Necessity and time
are of the same
paradoxical theme.  

Time is encased in
unmarked numbers
of the smallest increments.  

A mind that you can
either imagine
or not imagine it to be.  

A necessity beyond
our own physiological
dreams bearing
no resemblance to anything.  

How could we ever define
where to stop
and so we often do;
in the reflections
breathing nothing that
gives credence to
the dwelling of something stale.  

Only looking for the youth
that has tagged along
aimless and free
thinking what you could not
think of then, depending on that age.  

There's an example required
when you're measuring
corpuscles of light.  

But there's never enough time
in the day to explain.