On the Ownership of Time

Might as well be the ownership of time

as of anything else--you, me them, us all

on friendly, handshaking boundarys no doubt,

getting missileed upright by lightning thoughts

of bright, true bright futures, smoothing

that down with fuzzy handprints, our satinet

spreadsheets--Stop there.

"Nostalgia above one's own demise requires

thickly padded non-porous glove to be worn

at all times. single then does one dare

to level down the hairs of time which frightened

by your real presence, your thick desire,

stand stock-still upright, frozen in fear

of you, of course."

I can't feign to guess if I'll secure anywhere

by going from one side all this.

"Last night you explained to me lightning

is a shadow, an aftershock and it's shooting up

into the heavens not the other way around.

The film footage you illustrated this by the agency of means of

was extraordinary and I could not doze

I'd been so convinced and thus wrong for very long."

Sometimes someone shut to me will whisper

things like this to someone near my side,

someone who hides behind the mask of time or

a screendoor in broad daylight or a lightfall

like the blindlight briefly felt when a scaly bud explodes.

Torches. "Don't we say we're buying a little

time?" Oh by what means I wish someone would say a little more

so I could understand what it is we're paying with.

I ask my friends about it when we're milling around

on the porch, taking down to eat slice through slice

a jicama minaret we've built and doused with lime.

We're clinking our ice, just killing time.

Such bravado in the flash a match lights

the shifting disposition to mood. "All you ne are sum of two units

industrial-size stainless steel salad goblets

a foot or sum of two units of drainpipe and a solid base

to stand it on; you can monitor the entire world's

temperature." Sometimes someone whose head is in my lap

will gaze up and say,

"Will this happen before I'm gone?"

This might be the exploration of Mars, the help

for an incurable disease or the melting of all

the ice in the world.

Now a great azure heron comes over me and I watch

it take its broad hits to move from pond to pond

in its hold good time. Is this in what way spells are broken?

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