time broke down 4/2/20

time broke down to tell me.

not in the labor of so many words

but still spilled its nano-seconds guts out.

you know, time, with that steadfast glare,

and those times with the long faces,

the times that stare into the far off,

those lips sealed, 

with those placid, nonplus flat terrain faces.

imagine, now, 

as the time of now,

somehow in the confessional 

of telling the truth!

what drug could be given 

that could induce any response 

but, say, tic-toc?

yet ever the looking glass 

into the future

but only seeing the now

staring back, 

with a say-what shrug-ness of anonymity.

and the first remark started.

'well, who, in the first place, hired me?

answer me that!"

followed by 

"you'd think you've known better!"

"you're at the fault of your own invention.

you made me a reflection of that.

do you honestly think that time exists out there?

and if so, that time functions

the way you comprehend it?

worse then me,

you are a product of your own mentality!

and do you think that that exists out there?

you look into the universe as if it is a mirror

intended not only to reflect 

your ways and means of comprehension

but further, that somehow, 

you have a command of relevance

to show for it!

if time is that fundamentally relevant

than time, as you have it,

is straining to hold back laughter.

my major job, un-benounced to you,

is just as a mirror, 

reflecting back as if what you see.

since you can't really be in the essential 'now',

you can pretend it to be so

and surround it with further concepts

that actualized as a past and a future.

therefore you are always entertaining 

the experience of a party of three.

and I get to be the waiter, the chief,

the meal and the dessert!

what else can I say?"