the eternalization of time

the only true substance to time 

is human memory honoring it.

mankind is bedazzled by it

as human cognition laboring as thought.

we are the sole provider. 

part of our imprisonment 

is the confoundedness of temporality.

when we perceive ourselves 

as separate from everything.

the keynote method of our awareness

is not integral as essentially connected,

but sensory notational,

as within the method of time usage.

time is the bloodline of experience.

time is the sperm bank of memory obliged.

we constantly falsify our existence

by living alone, as isolates, 

on the island of time.

we are profoundly dumbfounded

without the varied indexes 

of functional time.

we can't imagine a cohesive existence

without the syntactical existence 

of the concept of time.

go ahead,

put your mind to it,

an existence 

without the mediumship of time.

if we were in the now,

it would be less difficult to start with.

once of the now,

time would be an add-on facility 

of curious fanciful usage.

but we are not of the now.

very edgy close or so we think.

but really sensory-wise

and contemplatively-wise,

not close.

time is a breath of stale heir

and we imbibe it ongoingly.

we are ever the imminent recent past.

forever so closely related to

but profoundly far removed from, 

the concept and a reality of a now.

for now has no usage for time.

it would quantify 

on a different 

ethical coherent vibrational basis

than our depictional account in passing.

time is blasphemy, 

a form of temporal profanity.

and we are all cursed with it, by it

and most egregiously consciously captured 

within it.

time is the pirate ship,

and we are all sailing on it

as its buccaneers, marauders and pirates . . .