Time is a sliver
in the palm of the hand,
working the now.
Time is an array
of still shot skills
advanced into
a movie making world.
Time is a set of rules
for the observation of solids
in a flash flood-to-ocean display.
Time is the formalism
of speech
in a colloquial setting’s
verbal exchange.
Time is a benchmark
observed by many
and not the carved initials
seen as sacred to a few.
Time is migratory routes
expected with seasons
and not the first real spontaneous
snowstorm of the year.
Time is holiday driven enterprise
and not the first
wake up thought of the day.
Time is a big brother concept,
as a false notion of unity,
some what like trainer wheels
on an unnamed vehicle
driving our lives..
Time is a belly flop
into the pooling of now.
Time is dollars and cents
that do not cash out
as good will.
Time is a prenuptial agreement
before the engagement to now.
Time is an artificial insemination
into the mind of responsibility.
Time is the incurable common cold
faced with linearity
as a Kleenex solution.
Time is equipping
the next moment’s start gun
with a megaphone as a silencer.
Time is reaching,
when a stretch move would do.
And lastly,
time is a false progeny view,
when really, we are all
that looking glass
and also looking through.
NOTE: if you will check youtube
under "junahsowojayboda"
you will find that this poem
also exists as a video.
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