Time is a stillness of your choosing
- Gerry Toner
- Apr 7, 2020
- 1 min read
How does time pass?
The clock does not move
The hands rotate
Within its disc-world
They cannot escape
So, no lost time
They cannot gain time
They could keep time
Within the disc-world
But they do not
They move going nowhere
Except Around and around
Unlike the bourgeois
I am not in the disc
This time is not my time
My time is in my heart
Mirrored in my head
My time is not a counter
It is a sensation
Like memory
It stings and numbs,
It lifts and lays
It quickens your
Eye and your ear
Raises your heartbeat
You are in control
You can stop when you like
When we stop as opposed to
Movement like walking or running
Time might have flown or not
Are we not always changing time?
If not, what is movement in space
But a variation in time displacement
If you get there as quick
As you possibly can
How can you possibly be late?
If you take too long
Where did you get the Extra time?
No watch, No clock
Just heart beats as your guide
The bourgeoisie is time neurotic
They can shit on a stick
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