What a Time to live in –

as far as can be seen.












Time flows through itself
spans voids that are not there
and threads its way throughout it all –
it’s only us who care

no way to measure from then to now
or to say what’s big or small

and how to know what’s down or up,
and whether moonlight comes - or goes
or why tea leaves scatter in a cup?





Now is a Time that we have made
(or was it something we were sold?)

we lived our lives accordingly
making sense as we grew old












took the Time to be ourselves
(despite what we were told)





now we have History to tell
as well
as those who fix the Times
with heavy stones
that sink down without trace

(is this the Time that really will
see the end of the human race?).







Ancient rhythms immutable
fixed foundations deep inside

great expansive oceans
and the regularity of tide.





We travelled round about the place
lit by our waxing Sun,
until we turned around again
and looked at where we’d come –

trails of debris everywhere
and tales of holes in Space –




pixel Earth flies alone
unique
blue bright –












nothing else in sight








(what’s that about our veils above
that strike the shooting stars with light?).












Weather warnings flash
across the world
in Time
to tell us where
and
who

We Are
again.



Time

and

Time Again.
































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